Tang Yuehua stepped down from the sword blade, swaying slightly when she landed. She instinctively raised a hand to press against her chest, her face turning faintly pale.
She had meant to greet them, but a sudden wave of nausea rushed up her throat.
She could only give everyone a hurried nod before lifting her skirt and quickly walking behind a tree.
Though her steps were somewhat rushed, the hem of her dress still swept gracefully over the grass, without losing an ounce of poise.
About five minutes later, Tang Yuehua emerged from behind the tree shadow.
Her complexion had returned to normal, and the haste between her brows had faded, as though her earlier discomfort had never happened.
"So this is Rongrong!"
Tang Yuehua's fingertips carried a faint cool warmth as they gently brushed over Ning Rongrong's head, her touch as tender as if she were handling fragile glazed glass.
Seeing the young girl shrink further into Su Yu's arms, her lashes trembling like those of a startled butterfly, Tang Yuehua's eyes held a trace of pity.
"This child has suffered quite a few grievances, hasn't she?"
Ning Rongrong clung tightly around Su Yu's neck. Her small body was still trembling slightly, yet she peeked out from the crook of his shoulder to secretly study the woman before her.
Tang Yuehua's eyes resembled black jade immersed in water, gentle and clear, making one feel inexplicably close to her.
Just then, Ning Fengzhi hurried out of the cafeteria. Upon seeing Tang Yuehua, he cupped his hands in greeting, his expression earnest.
"Master Tang Xuan, I trust you have been well."
"Ning Sect Master."
Tang Yuehua withdrew her hand. As she turned toward him, her gaze fell upon Ning Rongrong's pale little face.
"Judging by your daughter's condition, this is..."
Ning