"Haha... do these people have a persecution complex?" Itō Yuying sensed their every move.
Itō Yuying paid them no more attention and went back to sleep.
"Looks like it was just a coincidence. What did I tell you? How could he possibly sense us from so far away?"
The three trained desperately.
Qingliu had barely taken a few steps before he twisted his ankle. Cold sweat poured off him from the pain, and tears spilled despite himself as he clutched his ankle. I'm so stupid. I even managed to twist my ankle while training. I really am useless.
Qingliu sobbed softly, afraid to make too much noise lest the other two laugh at him.
He happened to see Yumengliang sitting on the ground nearby, holding his foot and rubbing it. His face was covered in sweat, his features scrunched together in pain.
He looked elsewhere and found Hana already rubbing her foot and crying in pain.
That made Qingliu feel much better.
Then all three looked at one another at the same time. Looking a little embarrassed, they lowered their heads and went back to rubbing their feet.
After rubbing for quite a while, Qingliu felt little pain anymore, so he stood up and resumed training. Before long, he tripped himself up again, then climbed to his feet and continued.
They kept training like this, falling over and twisting their ankles again and again. Their feet swelled terribly, but they did not give up.
Another day passed. Hana shouted with joy as she limped toward Itō Yuying.
The sight of her badly swollen ankles made Itō Yuying's heart ache.
He tossed her a bottle of Senzu Bean Soup. Hana caught it delightedly, thanked him, then tipped her head back and drank it.
A little later, Hana told Itō Yuying excitedly,