Seeking Recommendation Tickets
Inside the silent room where the curtains hung low.
Zhu Luoxi gazed at Zhu Mobai, whose upper body was wrapped in bandages, her eyes faintly red, a touch of rouge-like color quietly spreading at their corners as if they held countless grievances. She parted her crimson lips and said, "Brother, I really can't accept this!"
While her words still trembled faintly in the air, Zhu Mobai's wide black sleeve had already brushed lightly past the Dragon-patterned Jade Hairpin in her hair, gently stroking her locks.
His pale jade-like knuckles were wrapped in a piece of gauze, yet he still tapped her between the brows with the jade-bone handle of his fan, every movement full of indulgence.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Zhu Mobai said hoarsely, "How old are you already, yet you still love crying so much? Just look at you, like pear blossoms in the rain."
"We already fought exceptionally well. This time, we only lost five matches and ranked seventh, whereas last time, we were sixteenth."
There was a stubborn obstinacy in Zhu Luoxi's choked voice. "But that Five Mountains Academy clearly had the Chen Clan backing them from behind, and Qing Lin Academy was the same."
"Qing Lin deliberately lost to Xuanhuang, while Five Mountains targeted us!"
In this competition, Ping An Academy had only lost to the Three Great Academies, as well as Qing Lin and Five Mountains.
Moreover, they had encountered both Yue Si Academy and Canghui Academy very early, when both opponents were still at their peak and in full strength.
The dark-gold cloud patterns between Zhu Mobai's brows flickered under the swaying lamplight. It was not that he felt no anger, but for the moment, he still had to comfort his precious little sister first.