Fortunately, the bag had been in her hands all along, and the school uniform stuffed inside it.
The old woman's laundry was neatly folded and placed in the most conspicuous spot on the table, topped with a set of pea-green sportswear. Ave touched it with her hand—it was very soft, just as comfortable as the old woman had said. She shook out the sportswear and her eyes lit up. It seemed barely worn, and after being washed and aired, it looked as good as new.
Her school uniform was torn, and to avoid suspicion, the skirt definitely couldn't be worn now. Without hesitation, she changed into the sportswear. It fit perfectly.
There was a small mirror on the table, and she combed her hair into a neat ponytail in front of it.
Only her face still bore the smudged smokey makeup…
She grabbed a wet towel hanging on the iron rack beside her and carefully wiped it away, erasing all traces of it.
