Huifen walked into the room looking a little bit timid, her red hair in the same bob cut as before, as it shuffled left and right as she walked, her green eyes still shining with that spark of intelligence and grace, though this time Azrail could catch a full tone of weariness and a sense of being more tired than the last time they met.
Azrail kept a small to medium level of contact with Huifen, with some talks and mentions here and there, seemingly forming more like a good friendship-like connection. She seemed to like it, and it went on well, but it seemed to have pressed down the same problems that Azrail had expected to arrive at Huifen.
'From the reports of Meng Yao, the bullying she is facing has gotten a lot worse, not to mention that her mother is now under more pressure than before, too. Things are not looking that good.'
