Trouble, and the Candidate for Resurrection

Like a fledgling swallow nestled in his embrace, she sobbed softly. Buried against Yin Kuang's broad chest, her cries carried joy, longing, lingering fear, and countless other emotions. Qian Qianqian had awakened the day after returning to the academy. With the Headmaster's treatment, coupled with her naturally unusual constitution, she had recovered quickly. Yet over the past few days, she had lived in panic and worry. Even in class, she had been distracted, earning reprimands from the teachers several times.

Qian Qianqian cried for quite a while before rubbing her face against Yin Kuang's chest, wiping away her tears, and lifting her delicate face. "Where have you been these past few days? There wasn't a single word from you. I was worried sick. I thought you..." Yin Kuang brushed his hand over Qian Qianqian's soft cheek and said, "It can't be explained in just a few words. In any case, it's over now. Haven't I come back safe and sound? Look at you—you've practically cried yourself into a little tabby cat."

Qian Qianqian's cheeks reddened, but her expression soon dimmed. "It's all because I'm useless. I couldn't help you with anything." Being a girl, her thoughts were delicate and sensitive. Yin Kuang's deliberate refusal to speak of what he had experienced these past few days left her feeling uneasy and despondent. Yin Kuang's expression turned stern when he heard that. "Who says so?"

At that moment, Lu Xialeng, who had been busily changing channels, tossed aside the remote, turned to look at the two of them, and rolled her eyes. In a very serious tone, she said, "Could you please stop treating me like I'm invisible? The room is right over there. Close the door and do whatever you want. You might not mind having such a huge lightbulb around,