Sabrina had tenderly pledged to escort Jennie to her inaugural day of the upcoming school term.

With her diminutive frame burdened by the sizable bag, Jennie gazed up at Sabrina with pleading eyes.

“Sabrina, this bag is too heavy for me. Could you please carry it for me?" Her earnest entreaty hung in the air.

Jennie had astutely detected a lingering tension between Tyrone and Sabrina, a subtle discord that had quietly seeped into their days.

To be precise, Tyrone was mad at Sabrina, while Sabrina, in stark contrast, wore an unaffected mask of nonchalance.