Now that Ningyan had met Shenzhen, he found himself noticing him more often.
Shenzhen looked beautiful in his sky-blue robes, blue flower ornaments tucked into his hair, an elegant fan twirling effortlessly between his fingers as he laughed with the girls gathered around him.
Ningyan tried not to stare.
He sat beside Rong Chao, who was deep in meditation, while Ningyan absently twirled his flute between his fingers. Despite himself, his gaze drifted back to Shenzhen.
Why did he dress like a girl? He really seemed comfortable...
Ningyan was actually envious of that comfort and confidence.
Rong Chao cracked one eye open, giving Ningyan a curious look.
He opened his mouth, clearly about to ask why Ningyan was staring but the doors to the hall opened.
The teacher entered, flanked by two imposing guards. The room immediately drew its attention toward them, though not its silence. And then, behind the guards, Lan Meishan stepped inside.
The hall erupted.
