A girl is like a drafty little cotton jacket.

Having said goodbye to everyone, Frankie closed the car door and started driving away.

Inside the car.

Lola Hussey looked at the stack of envelopes in her hand, almost a dozen or so, along with several gift boxes, and then two bouquets of fresh flowers, one of which was even a bouquet of irises.

She particularly loved irises.

"I've heard a long time ago that many of my peers would throw away flowers or gifts from fans. I don't understand why they would do that. I don't even have enough time to appreciate them all properly," Lola said cheerfully as she began to unwrap the envelopes fans had sent her.

Frankie said, "That's because you haven't become extremely popular yet. When that day comes, you won't be able to handle it, and you'll have no choice but to discard some. Take Aiden Carter, for example, his fans greet him at the airport every day when he flies continuously and they send him gifts for days on end. He simply can't keep up with it all."