A while later, Daisy received a phone call from the atelier informing her that her wedding dress was officially finished, asking whether she would come to pick it up in person or have an assistant sent to deliver it.

Coincidentally, having bee

"Two points off for being late."

At the gates of North City Affiliated High School, a youth wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers looked cold and indifferent, writing down *"Daisy Fu, Class 1-9"* on the student discipline logbook.

Daisy did not care in the

Although his tone was gentle, hearing it brought no sense of comfort; rather, it felt like an implicit threat.

"I hope you don't either."

An unexplainable chill ran down Daisy's spine, and she instinctively denied: "I... of course I don't."

"Good, then," he leaned down c