An Jing said, "Did he cover his mouth? Why do I feel like I saw him holding his nose?"
"Wasn't it the mouth..." Influenced by An Jing's comment, Du Aya suddenly became unsure.
"Regardless of which it was," An Jing didn't care to fuss over the detail, "even though you look like a guy, you're still a decent-looking one at that. You won't disgust anyone to the point of vomiting. Just relax."
Du Aya finally brightened up, "As long as I'm not disgusting anyone, that's all that matters. I'm already unmarriageable; I don't want my looks to disgust people."
Seeing Du Aya's spirits lift, An Jing didn't bother with further comforting and simply said, "Hurry back and get some sleep."
"Yes, Instructor." Du Aya obediently departed. After taking a few steps, she turned back, "Thank you, Instructor!" After expressing her gratitude, she began to run, hurrying back to sleep. She wanted to get enough rest to continue training with renewed energy.
