Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

On the other side of things...

Crimson shot Flora a text, saying everything with Aisha had been sorted out. Flora, in the middle of a chat with Connor, quickly replied. Just then, a video call from Jules popped up. She hadn't meant to answer it, but her fingers, which were typing away, accidentally hit the accept button.

On the screen, Jules appeared, wearing an old, worn-out cardigan, his face smudged with dirt. He looked pretty rough. Behind him stretched an endless mountain range. He rubbed his hands together, his voice dripping with insincerity, "Flora..."

Flora knew him too well; if he was calling, he was definitely out of cash. She just stared at him, saying nothing.

Still rubbing his hands, Jules continued, "I heard you sold your dance copyright for fifty million. That's impressive! I'm out in the sticks in Quzhou right now. Conditions here are tough, but no worries, I'm not afraid of a bit of hardship for the sake of medicine."

Flora watched his performance quietly: "Account number."

His hands stopped their busywork and rested on his hips, his smile growing wider, "Oh, come on, do I look like someone who covets that fifty million? I'll send my account number right away." "It's fine, I'm hanging up."

I'll talk to you about it

Flora responded indifferently.

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all of them core courses and beyond tough! Cynthia and Eilies were both wiped out, collapsing onto their beds in the dorm as

design class tonight?" Cynthia could barely keep her

"Yep, and the teacher left us a really

groaned, getting up to turn on her computer. "Whoever recommends studying medicine

to use Dreamweaver, the teacher asked them to create a promotional webpage for National Day. They opened

on the bed without moving, Cynthia kindly reminded her, "Flora, do you want to come down and do it together? This assignment is pretty

with Connor for a while, and once he left for a meeting, Flora finally opened her laptop, launched the software, and her fingers flew over the

closed her laptop, and got off the bed. Cynthia and Eilies were still glued to their laptops, reading the book and

restroom, she heard Cynthia wail, "I did everything according to