Watching the backs of Yan Qing leading Niu Xianke and Ye Xiaoyu out of the venue, Jie Yuan Shao felt a strange tremor in her heart, as if it had been seized and then suddenly released, secreting a sour, tangy juice that filled her chest.
She wasn't sure why she felt this way, only that she wanted to close the distance with that back, but just as she lifted her foot, the household guards quickly approached her. "Miss, are you alright?"
These voices pulled Jie Yuan Shao back to reality. She took a deep breath and pushed down the sour sensation, "I'm fine. I need a training ground. Send someone to report the news back to the family."
"Re-really alright?" the guard asked cautiously. "Miss, your face…"
Jie Yuan Shao instinctively covered her face, which was burning. She suddenly remembered the gleam from the earring that flashed in her hood when Yan Qing touched her forehead a moment ago.
"I was just too nervous." She touched her earlobe and said softly.
Yes, just too nervous.
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