As for status, Xu Yinyin knew full well that she was merely a personal disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall. Her master, Yun Zishan, was the one who called the shots. She couldn't offer the jaw-droppingly generous terms Shi Xuanfei had used to persuade Yang Ning to stay. She even planned to quietly make up, out of her monthly stipend, the extra Spirit Stones she'd added on her own initiative to get Yang Ning to agree to become an Advisor.
She thought it over carefully and realized there seemed to be nothing about her that could compare with the Peak Master of Jade Maiden Peak. Her cultivation was inferior, her wealth was lesser, and even... Xu Yinyin instinctively lowered her head to look at her chest. She could even see the pink embroidery on the tops of her shoes at a glance. She quickly raised her eyes again, her cheeks warming.
She copied Yang Ning, resting her arms on the cold counter and leaning forward slightly. Yang Ning was flipping through the booklet page by page, his expression focused.
Quietly, little by little, she edged closer to Yang Ning.
Her heartbeat quickened against her will, pounding against her eardrums like a war drum. The tips of her ears began to burn, too.
There were only a few feet between them, yet to her it seemed like an impassable chasm. She edged forward slowly, so very slowly, until she was only inches from Yang Ning's sleeve. Then it was as though she'd used up all her courage; she couldn't move another inch.
She gently bit her lower lip, turned her head, and looked at Yang Ning's profile, so close to hers. His nose was straight and prominent, and his eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes.
She couldn't do it.
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