Kenneth's almost obsessive expression and unusually humble posture froze the classroom in tension. Everyone was stunned, though curiosity and gossip quickly followed. Pretending to mind their business, they discreetly listened, eager to catch every word.

Melody froze, carefully assessing Kenneth. "It's you?" she said, a realization dawning on her face. She smiled gently, her eyes warm. "It's all right," she said softly. "Besides, it was my fault for bumping into you. I should apologize."

After a brief pause, Melody asked, "By the way, how's your injury? Is it getting better?" She referred to the day she'd accidentally bumped into him.

Kenneth's eyes lit up; his face was brimming with surprise and excitement. Eagerly, he asked, "That night—it was you who saved me, wasn't it?"

Kenneth had encountered assailants, narrowly escaping death as he fled. Exhausted, he collapsed, believing his end was near. However, someone had saved him. In his hazy state, he'd barely opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of a partially obscured face, but those eyes—bright as stars—left an indelible mark.

That fleeting moment became a cherished memory.

It wasn't until he met Melody that everything clicked. The figure from his memory seemed to merge with her—the same radiant eyes that had captivated him. One glance, and he knew he would never forget her.

Melody was momentarily confused. She thought, What is he talking about? I have no idea.

After a few seconds of silence, she looked up, her smile bright and warm. In a soft voice, she said, "I'm just glad you're okay."

There was neither confirmation nor denial, only unspoken understanding.

Hearing her response, a huge weight lifted from Kenneth's shoulders. "I knew it was you!" he exclaimed, his smile widening, his handsome features even more captivating. "I've been looking for you!"

Their familiar gestures seemed like a reunion, baffling everyone else. Only Tiffany, who had listened intently, understood.

Though Tiffany knew Kenneth would fall for Melody, she hadn't anticipated this unexpected complication.

Thinking this, Tiffany subtly glanced at Melody. Melody was charming, her eyes somewhat resembling Tiffany's. She thought, One mistook the other, and the other went along. A perfect match. Tiffany chuckled, closing her book and leaving the classroom. (The promotional text has been removed.)

Meanwhile, Melody, new to the school, hoped to blend in. As Tiffany left, Melody called, "Tiffany, can I go with you?"

But Zoe stepped in front of her. "Sorry, but Tiffany is busy. You'll need to find someone else," she said, turning and leaving.

Melody's face flushed with embarrassment. Kenneth immediately stepped forward. "Don't mind them. I'll show you around. Ask me anything." "Thank you," Melody replied, her eyes shimmering.

Everyone's impression of the polite, beautiful girl was optimistic. Others added, "Yes, exactly! Ask us for help anytime."

"Okay," Melody replied, her gentle demeanor captivating everyone.

The classroom buzzed with activity. Melody had seamlessly integrated.

At the school's center, Tiffany sat on a tall artificial rock, feeding fish. The fish swam energetically.

Zoe caught up, wondering how Tiffany climbed so high. She asked, "Tiffany, are you mad?"

"Mad about what?" Tiffany replied, scattering more feed.

Zoe continued, "Kenneth doesn't appreciate you. First Sandra, now Melody. Is he blind?" Worse, Kenneth was kind to everyone, a gentleman, yet Tiffany felt scrutinized. It was a double standard. With Melody, his kindness surpassed even that shown to Sandra.

The angrier Zoe became, the more she foresaw Kenneth siding with Melody in any conflict.

Tiffany glanced at her, calm and relaxed. "Is that all?"

Zoe mumbled, "It's unfair…"

"Unfair? Trash belongs in the trash. Why get upset over something discarded? It's unnecessary frustration," Tiffany replied, waving her hand. "Come up here; I'll show you the fish," she instructed.

Zoe climbed up, her attention diverted. Feeding the fish was enjoyable. Watching them was far more pleasant than harboring anger.

Zoe felt enlightened and admired Tiffany's open-mindedness. Just as she was about to compliment her, Tiffany said, "No matter how many people curse them behind their back, they won't know. Be smart; confront them directly."

Zoe replied, "What?" She thought, Something's off, but it makes sense. Tiffany will always be Tiffany!

"This idea…" Zoe nodded. "Brilliant!"

Tiffany chuckled. After school, using the excuse of staying late, she went to Luna Villa.

June, having heard about Melody, frowned. "Miss Kelley, you saved Kenneth. Shouldn't you tell someone?" She found it frustrating that Tiffany's actions benefited someone else without acknowledgment.

Tiffany shook her head. "No need." She didn't need Kenneth's gratitude. If she hadn't mistaken him for Jeremy, she wouldn't have helped. It wasn't worth it.

June nodded. After Tiffany went upstairs, she left Luna Villa.

About a mile away, a mysterious figure stood in the darkness. June approached and called, "Master."