The girl's voice brimmed with anticipation and strands of uncertainty, like a soft knife, shattering the solid ice encasing him.
But his body's stiffness lasted only a moment.
From her unseen angle, the man's eyes flashed with scorn as he continued his stride towards the training field without stopping.
Jiang Shuyao was momentarily at a loss, not yet able to react when suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded from the girls' camp.
"Ah, it's time for assembly, let's hurry over," He Shumiao pulled her hand, and as they ran, she asked, "Yaoyao, do you know the guy from just now?"
The scorching sun was relentless, and as Jiang Shuyao rushed to the camp with her roommate, her gaze lingered on the tall figure in the distance.
With everyone around her silent, He Shumiao turned to glance at her and said, "The monk may run away, but the temple can't. If he really is your friend, as long as he's at school, you'll catch him eventually."
