An Ning left her dorm and found a place to make a call.
On the other end of the line was Yin San, the person investigating things for her. He grunted in acknowledgment a couple of times before the call ended.
After hanging up, An Ning's fingers began to move involuntarily, as if performing a divination.
But perhaps because one cannot divine their own fate, she came up with nothing.
Still, Tao Quan's constant pestering truly unsettled her. The man's thoughts ran too deep; she couldn't see through him.
In other words, not even her spiritual power could probe Tao Quan's true emotional state.
An Ning pushed her wheelchair off campus. When she returned, she had traded the wheelchair for a crutch.
Leaning on her crutch, An Ning mentally calculated the time that had passed since her car accident. 'I should be able to get this cast off in about a month.'
"An Ning?"
A voice called out from behind her. An Ning turned to greet the boy running toward her.
"Class monitor, what's up?"
