People around were used to their whispering nonsense, some even making fun of them with jests, "Married folks are something else, they don't even need to be coaxed into hitting the road together."
Grace Webb chuckled and glanced at the memorial stone beside them, "Judging from your temperament back then, you must've been the rebellious one."
Behind closed doors in front of them, Warrior Tucker was always cheerful and eccentric, which was her true nature.
"Why are all the shots being fired at us? What about you guys? Spill!" Yvonne Finley challenged playfully.
Grace Webb shrugged, "Don't you know me? I never had a taste of youth."
First love, moonlight fantasies, these things had little to do with her.
During those days she was busy mastering martial arts, causing mischief, fighting, even narrowly avoiding expulsion from school once.
If it hadn't been for her constant top-three academic performance, she could have been expelled and been forced to change schools tenfold.
Now,
