Class ended, and Kiara, who had announced her marriage with such fanfare, walked out of the classroom with her head held high, stepping over the broken hearts of many young men, worried that walking too slowly might reveal the fact that she had been standing in her work uniform for so long.
She needed to find a teacher to ask where exactly was that patient the teacher said could be recognized as suffering from a problem at a glance?
"Senior!"
Amelia Lancaster chased after her, bowing frantically to Kiara.
"Senior, I'm sorry about the trouble with my boyfriend," Amelia said.
"It's okay," Kiara adjusted her glasses. "Is his condition not congenital? Has he suffered any trauma that might have caused it, like a head injury?"
"Ah, senior, you're amazing..." Amelia looked at Kiara in astonishment; it was the first time she had seen someone discern her boyfriend had suffered from a head injury by just one look.
