The Price of Being Pretty

6

A wise man knew when to retreat. What was more, this was Ainsley's matter, and it was also the person Ainsley had a crush on. It had nothing to do with me.

I sat down calmly and finished the meal, comforting the crying Donna.

I was a little restless the whole afternoon.

Donna thought I was still afraid of Irene. "Ainsley, are you okay? Irene and the other girls won't do anything to you, right?"

I was stunned, thinking about whether it would rain at night. "Ah, I think so."

In the evening, it was getting dark as expected. Dark clouds kept rolling over.

I couldn't suppress the joy in my heart, so I took an umbrella and waited for Ainsley on the roof in advance.

At half past seven, the rain began to fall.

When it was eight o'clock, it rained cats and dogs. The rain was as hard as hailstones, carrying a gust of strong wind.

Ainsley finally arrived at half past eight. She carried a black backpack and covered her chest for fear of being wet by the rain.