Rong Taotao's right hand ached under Si Huan Nian's grip. He struggled gently. "Coach Si."
Finally, Si Huan Nian eased her grip. A white glow spread from her palm, healing the puncture mark on the back of his hand.
Rong Taotao shifted his body and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Mm." Si Huan Nian pushed off the floor with her foot, sliding backward in her chair.
The chair legs scraped against the floor. The sound was especially jarring in the dead of night inside the Martial Arts Hall, a place where any noise felt out of place.
Rong Taotao quickly got out of bed, strode into the attached bathroom, turned on the faucet, and haphazardly splashed water on his face.
'Everyone has their own story, their own path in life,' Rong Taotao thought. 'I'm just lucky to have met Si Huan Nian here, to have found a teacher who cares for me and protects me.'
'But… what can I do for her?'
'In the beginning, she said it was all in the past.'
'But is it really over?'
