Tang Zin stormed into Jumi's courtyard, her steps quick and temper sharp, the frost sword at her waist rattling with each movement. Jumi sat quietly beneath the lantern light, polishing her blade when she heard the footsteps. She didn't even need to look up; she already knew the fiery temper belonged to Tang Zin.
"He rejected me!" Zin spat, tossing her sword against the wall with a loud clang. "That bastard Mo Han looked me in the eyes and walked away, as though I was nothing. Nothing!" Her face burned crimson, half from shame, half from rage.
Jumi's hands froze for a moment, but she resumed polishing. "Then you learned the same lesson I did," she said evenly. "He does not bow to beauty, nor seduction."
Zin gritted her teeth and leaned closer. "You faced him too. How did you even get him to listen? How did you bend him?"
