Duanmu Huai said that kung fu is a catch-all; you can just throw in whatever irrational things you want. After all, in the Martial World, people running on rooftops and breaking stones with their chests is all perfectly normal.
Lifting a steamroller with bare hands is naturally no big deal, either.
"Kung fu... it still feels a bit unbelievable..."
Muttering to herself, Arima Kana started circling around Duanmu Huai.
"I just can’t understand how such a big strength can co from such a small fra..."
"As they say, the essence is in the concentration."
"Hmm..."
While Duanmu Huai and Arima Kana were chatting, not far away, Hei Chuan Chi Yin was also staring at them — to be precise, at Duanmu Huai.
If it weren’t for Xiao Ai, I might already be dead now.
Those who have died once understand the value of life the best, and Hei Chuan Chi Yin is no exception; she still rembers everything she felt at that ti. Walking alone on a wind-swept overpass, even the umbrella in her hand was blown away. At that mont, Hei Chuan Chi Yin felt utterly hopeless, just thinking of the online ssages insulting her and her family made her feel there was no reason to remain in this world.
So at that mont, Hei Chuan Chi Yin decisively climbed over the railing and leaped off the overpass.
At that mont, all she rembered was the howling wind, the cold raindrops hitting her body, gravity pulling her towards the ground, like an invisible giant hand grasping her. She felt utterly alone, as if she were the only person in the whole world.
Then, a warmth enveloped her.
When Hei Chuan Chi Yin opened her eyes again, she saw those bright red eyes and that puppet-like exquisite face, long white hair cascading down, which to Hei Chuan Chi Yin seed just like angel wings — she could feel the body heat from that small fra and the slender, powerful arms holding her.
"Thump, thump—!"
Thinking of this, Hei Chuan Chi Yin suddenly felt her heart pounding vigorously, as if it was about to leap out of her chest. This made her instinctively press her hand to her chest, trying to feel that sensation...
"Chi Yin? Are you okay?"
Yukiyuki Washimi’s voice ca to her ears, and Hei Chuan Chi Yin, as if waking from a dream, turned her head to find Yuki watching her anxiously.
"Ah, I’m fine..."
"That’s good. If anything happens, please be sure to tell ."
"Hmm... actually..."
Hei Chuan Chi Yin hesitated a mont.
"Actually, I’ve been wondering how to properly thank Xiao Ai."
"Ah, co to think of it, I did see that video, it was really close. If Senior Duanmu hadn’t caught you..."
At this, Yukiyuki Washimi also turned pale, involuntarily shivering.
"It’s all my fault, I’m sorry, Chi Yin, if I hadn’t done that manicure for you then..."
"It’s not your fault, Xixue, haven’t we already talked about this? It’s in the past now."
"Hmm..."
Yukiyuki Washimi nodded, then she and Hei Chuan Chi Yin both looked towards Duanmu Huai.
"Co to think of it, if Senior were a boy, I might fall in love with her. She’s cute, beautiful, strong, and has a manly charm... Hmm, although saying it like this might seem a bit off, it just feels like she gives such a strong sense of security."
"Hmm..."
Hei Chuan Chi Yin nodded in agreent.
Speaking of which... Xiao Ai doesn’t seem to talk much with boys, does she? Could it be that she... likes girls?
With this thought, a bold idea suddenly floated up in Hei Chuan Chi Yin’s mind.
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