Aurora Cooper was also studying her.
The girl in front appeared to be around twenty years old, dressed in a light blue short down jacket and jeans, paired with slightly bulky snow boots, a hat, mask, gloves, the full set for keeping warm, covering herself tightly, revealing just a small, cute face.
Her willow leaf-shaped brows curved like a new moon, her bright, clear eyes showed a distinctly apologetic look, genuinely sincere.
She seemed like a good kid.
Aurora recalled how she had leapt at her like a rabbit, and found it amusing.
She softly said, "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Really? Are you sure?" Mia Ginger glanced at her feet, embarrassed, "I think I stepped on your foot just now, I'm really sorry."
The woman smiled gently.
The young woman who had been picking something up next to Aurora, wearing even higher heels, stood up, glanced at Mia Ginger, and supported Aurora, softly asking, "Is the director okay? How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere?"
