While they were enjoying breakfast, a young woman with an attractive appearance approached their table. She was wearing a tight black dress that emphasized her slim figure, with a white satin ribbon tied neatly around her neck. Her face carried a polite smile, and her steps were graceful as she came closer to Aurora and Max. “Excuse me,” she said softly, her voice sweet and confident. “I’m a student. I’m trying to start a small business by making my own blend of herbal tea. These are my new products, all homemade. I hope you’d like to try them.”Aurora looked at her with bright eyes. She seemed genuinely impressed by the young woman’s enthusiasm. There was admiration in her heart—the kind that comes from someone who understands what it means to struggle from the bottom. The girl took out several small bottles of tea, neatly packaged and wrapped with golden ribbons. They looked elegant and smelled fragrant. Aurora carefully held one of them, as if it were something precious. “That