Following that sweet yet clarion voice, I looked over.
Song Yi was standing there properly, wearing training clothes and a hat. The clothes seemed very loose, and the pants were somewhat baggy; it was clear they were a bit too big.
Tang Si had noticed this long ago.
Her eyes were beautiful, extraordinarily bright. When she smiled, her fox-like eyes seemed to be filled with all the light in the world, making everything else dim in an instant.
She herself was like a little fox, extremely cunning and sly, very skilled at manipulating people's hearts.
Their gazes met, and she neither flinched nor dodged, remaining poised and graceful.
The other seven also clearly directed their gaze at Song Yi.
From the start, they felt this woman was not easy to mess with. Now it seems she really is quite tough.
"Leaving?"
"Leaving." She replied.
The former was a question, the latter a confirmation.
Like strangers unaware of each other's identity, without any extraneous words.
