Chapter 1138
"That's ridiculous. I feel old standing next to them. I'm no longer the campus belle but a bumpkin," Grace muttered.
Grace's world had grown smaller after spending so much time as a stay-at-home mom. Her days were consumed by Oliver and Cliff, leaving little room for social interactions.
Stepping onto the lively campus, she was immediately struck by the sight of students around her.
Some wore long boots paired with softly curled hair, while others flaunted vibrant streaks of dye. Despite the biting cold, some opted for breezy sweaters, prioritizing fashion over warmth. Their stylish outfits, flawless makeup, and cheerful greetings to passing friends painted a picture of youthful energy.
Grace couldn't help but recall her own younger days. She, too, used to be like that. Now, she stood there dressed like a carefree student, wearing flat shoes, a simple sweatshirt, jeans, and a thick winter coat.
Walking beside Oliver, who exuded effortless sophistication, she couldn't help but f

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