Bella Woods watched as Ashton Marshall approached her step by step, his hand casually in his pocket, his stride lazy yet purposeful.
With each step he took, it felt as though he was treading on her heart, causing it to thump wildly with agitation.
Ashton Marshall stood before Bella Woods, holding her microphone, his gaze still firmly locked on her.
"Miss Bella Woods, with limited educational resources in a small county, you scored 30% higher than the average of the city's key middle schools in the high school entrance exam, gaining admission to a top high school in Peace City. This year, you entered Peace University with the highest admission scores in Peace City."
"During this time, you have completed works for various institutions due to your talent in the art of painting."
