Haoran watched as Ziyan stood completely still, her frame trembling so slightly it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
One of her hand had already turned white from grasping her other arm as if trying to hold her own soul inside her body.
Her gaze remained pinned to the floor, and her cat ears were flattened so tightly against her skull they were nearly buried in her dark hair.
Silence permeated the room.
But for Ziyan, the silence was filled with the screaming of ghosts she had wanted to escape from.
Ziyan had always believed she never made the wrong choice.
When the Spirit Hall's army began to march through the Ogre Academy and wanted to burn it to the ground, and when her classmates and teachers all stayed to fight, she had tucked her tail and ran.
She had abandoned the teachers who taught her, the classmates who laughed with her, and a fiancé she had used as a shield.
She was a coward, and she knew it.
But, is that wrong?
