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Aila's True Love

"Who's that girl? The one walking fast with her head down, " Yhuan asked his friend. "She is a transfer student bro, She really is pretty, but she seems quite rude" Resting bitch face... That's how people usually describe faces like mine, the type of face which gives people an impression like you've done something bad or is thinking of something offensive when you're not... unless you smile. My name is Aila Rodriguez; high school transfer student, hmm... This is the 5th school I've transferred to since I was in 3rd grade. I had to move around because of my parents' secret; for the security of my family. I'm so used to moving around that now I gave up on making friends. What is it for, when we will be parting ways sooner or later. I hate relationships... But how do I survive without it? People say that in your lifetime you will be able to categorize the relationships that you will experience; Puppy love First love Flings The one that got away True love Great love Many men consider Aila as the "ideal type" while most women acknowledge her as an "it girl", but what does it take to capture her heart? Her fragile heart, that is tightly guarded by her strong personality... Who will succeed in melting her ice-cold heart? Living a double life, she's doing her best to live normally, but how will she able to hide this to the one she loves? How long will she be able to conceal her real identity from the people who took the courage to get close to her?

dobolyuw · Urban
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188 Chs

Dana

"We are good friends now; that's about it."

Aila knows that personal questions about her stir up talks about her and her country; she wants to use this exposure and turn it to her advantage. 

"Thank you, Princess Aila, for being such a good sport and answering our personal questions. Now I will give the floor to you for your messages."

Aila smiled sweetly at Pete and looked directly to the camera. She introduced herself to the public, and humbly stated her projects for the year, and she also thanked the people for their warm welcome.

The show ended, and as they went out of the studio, Aila again waved at the people waiting outside. She blinked twice when again she saw someone dressed up as the black rider. The person was standing at the far end of the crowd, and when Aila approached his direction, he retreated and almost ran as his steps are again; untraceable.