Bing Su, who had been concentrating intently on the screen, heard what sounded like a murmur beside her and turned her head, "Sister Xue, what did you say?"
Lu Qingxue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and spoke softly, "It's nothing."
Bing Su didn't suspect anything and, thinking she had heard wrong, turned her attention back to the screen.
The girl clad in white, like snow, watched Bing Su's focused back, then, after a moment's thought, stood up, sword in hand, and walked out of the training room.
...
What Mu Fan didn't know was that, as his face appeared on camera, an undercurrent had already started to stir at Dingchuan Academy.
The girl in front of him, crying as if her heart was breaking, wanted to rush over to him but hesitated, her gaze fixed on the blood-soaked patch on his left shoulder of his Mechanical Master uniform.
"There's nothing wrong."
Mu Fan's attempts to comfort always seemed so dry yet had a way of warming the heart.
