"..." Ella's little face turned crimson, not knowing how to respond.
It seems people are the same everywhere, they all love gossip.
Just then, a familiar silhouette entered her vision. The figure was hesitant to meet her gaze and spoke in a flustered manner, "Ella, you're finally back."
"Yes, Yolanda." Ella invited her to sit down.
However, she evaded Ella's gaze, her head down low, her cheeks flushing with concern, "Ella, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Ella knew she was blaming herself, so she replied jokingly, "I was just wandering around and got lost. It took me a while to find my way back. What about you?"
"Me... I realized halfway through that it was too far, so I turned back..." Yolanda Bardot told this premeditated excuse quite smoothly.
"No wonder I didn't bump into you."
Ella took her hand, which was wet with sweat. She was a little surprised and asked, "Yolanda, what's wrong?"
