Thinking about the teacher's gentle smile that seemed to regard her as an outsider.
As if she could see the shadow of the junior brother in the teacher's eyes—only the shadow of the junior brother.
Wen Li's fingers gently clenched together.
Should she be jealous?
Jealous—
Of the junior brother?
Wen Li inhaled the faint scent of tea in the air, and her mind was at peace.
As expected.
She couldn't bring herself to be jealous of the junior brother.
To sever Xu Chang'an's connection with Wen Li would absolutely not be the act of a woman without jealousy, yet when it came to the teacher, she had long guessed this outcome.
At this moment in time, no matter how you look at it, the junior brother was far more suited to be the teacher's student than she was.
The junior brother was an Inner Disciple at Muyu Peak. He could organize and clean the vast Sword Hall neatly and fulfill the teacher's needs even before she spoke.
