Time flies.
In a blink of an eye, half a month seemed to have passed.
Examinations at the royal court were also looming.
For this half a month, Ella Lacey didn't go anywhere but stayed in the apartment, reviewing her notes, preparing for the National Exam.
That morning, Brandon Cliff brought her another stack of simulated real questions, saying mysteriously, "It's said that some of these real questions would come out in the final written exam. You should look over them carefully."
"Okay, thank you."
Ella took them, bowed her head, and continued to immerse herself in the stack of materials and test questions.
Her coldness towards Brandon Cliff, with time passing, was getting colder and colder.
Perhaps because of Norman Linton's words that night, during this period, Brandon Cliff could hardly enter her home in the evening.
He would knock on the door outside, and she either pretended not to hear or lazily yawned, "I'm going to sleep."
