Xuan Jing detected the wariness in Qingwu's words.
He adjusted his smile to one of apology and looked at Qingwu with a sorry expression.
"You misunderstood, schoolmate. I didn't mean anything else. You're Shaojia's sister, right? I didn't get a chance to greet you at the hospital last time. I'm not a bad person."
"Maybe I startled you, and perhaps greeting you like this wasn't a mature approach. Sorry."
Qingwu glanced at him indifferently.
"Whether you're a bad guy or not, what does it have to do with me? You're blocking my way. Move aside."
Xuan Jing moved his wheelchair, watching Qingwu disappear into the tree-lined path without looking back, and his smile faded.
He muttered to himself, "Quite the stubborn one, but to lead the High Tower, she indeed isn't an ordinary person."
A tall, limping man emerged from the shadows of the path, standing behind Xuan Jing, sneering and shrugging.