Daisy Zane's voice was like a cool breeze, injecting a touch of life into the warm, gloomy classroom.
Turner Daniel glanced at her and smiled softly after looking away.
Olivia Lane, on the other hand, looked at her, her eyelashes trembling momentarily before she lowered her eyes.
The English passage Daisy read aloud wasn't very long. After she finished, the teacher praised her and said, "Listen carefully," before letting her sit down.
Then, Olivia Lane was called to read the next passage.
The paper Olivia placed on her desk was a few days old.
Daisy Zane put her own paper directly on Olivia's desk and pointed to the passage she was to read.
Olivia first looked at Daisy's fingertip, then looked at the portrait Daisy had drawn of her.
Although the sketch was only halfway completed, it was clearly of her.
Olivia glanced at Daisy Zane.
Daisy Zane raised her eyebrows and smiled at her.
