"Wow... Skye, you're amazing... That move just now, whoosh—like the wind! I want to learn too, I want to learn too!"
Although Molly Wellington is a little princess, she looks like a doll, but beneath it, she's just like Skye.
She's quite a 'tomboy' with a chivalrous spirit.
She was dazzled by Skye's handsome and fluid movements just now. Her two little hands hugged Skye's arm as she pursed her cherry lips to flatter her.
In those almond-shaped eyes, so similar to Skye's, a light of admiration and envy sparkled.
"Mm, I'll teach you in the future," Skye gently rubbed little Molly's head and smiled warmly at her.
Then she raised her eyes to look at Mr. Stephenson but switched to a pair of cold, icy eyes.
"Mr. Stephenson, stop acting above your station. Molly has her status, and you have yours. Surely, you and everyone here know better than an outsider like me. I think you've been in A City too long, forgetting your place, so you think you can bully a little girl like this."
