The two brushed past each other. Xu Hong watched Yang Jing walk into the inner courtyard, sighed softly, and turned to head for the front courtyard.
...
Yang Jing walked into the inner courtyard but didn't see his master, Sun Yong. Instead, he saw Sun Ningxiang sitting under the courtyard's crabapple tree. She was holding a small branch, lost in thought.
One moment her brows would furrow slightly, and the next she'd secretly pout. Her fingers toyed unconsciously with a strand of dark hair that fell to her chest, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. She was like a completely different person from the sweet, gentle Senior Sister he was used to.
It was the first time Yang Jing had ever seen her like this, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. 'What's wrong with Senior Sister?'
He lightened his steps as he approached and asked softly, "Senior Sister Ning Xiang, is Master here? I've come for our sparring session."
"Ah!"
