Wang Shiwei's words were like a hot water bottle in a heated room during winter.
Completely useless, and more than a little unnecessary.
Shu Shu didn't even look at her. She quietly focused on tending to Lu Mian's wound, her soft voice faintly saying, "So why didn't you sound this righteous just now?"
Wang Shiwei's expression froze, as if she'd been seen through, and appeared a bit guilty.
"You just didn't hear me!" she muttered defensively, gripping her cup as she slunk away. Sitting down beside Qiao Yaning, she pouted in frustration.
"What the heck! It's not like I told her to stick her neck out—why take it out on me?"
Qiao Yaning leaned against the tree trunk, her eyes closed in rest, ignoring her entirely.
——
The group of instructors lined up and headed for the infirmary.
There was a shortcut nearby, cutting directly through the small training ground behind the dining hall, saving some distance.
