Xu Xiansu stared at Xiao Long and Chu Yan, her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she stood at the head of the path leading into the mountain clearing.
The crisp, biting alpine wind caught the edges of her hair, but her gaze remained as unyielding as the stone beneath her feet.
Sometimes, she really wondered just how that bastard of a man thought.
Shen Haoran possessed an uncanny, almost terrifying level of foresight that borderline defied natural logic.
Earlier that morning, right before all the chaos in the academy had ensued, he had explicitly told her and the others to stay entirely away from the main campus grounds.
The , he had given them a singular, highly specific mission: to quietly monitor the movements of Chu Yan and Xiao Long.
