The First Bloom 15

Jianyu adjusted the strap of his satchel, his mind buzzing with thoughts. Beside him, Zhenfeng walked with his usual casual air, though Jianyu noticed the faint tension in his movements.

"You fight like someone who's been through hell," Jianyu said, breaking the quiet.

Zhenfeng glanced at him, his lips twitching in amusement. "Well, you don't survive long in a world full of black bloom without learning how to handle yourself."

"Is that how you survive all of these years?" Jianyu asked.

Zhenfeng didn't really answer his question, he just hummed to it.

Jianyu, feeling uncomfortable with the silence, asked again, "You've been so nice to me despite of all your sarcastic jokes. Is there something that you want from me?"

Zhenfeng paused for a moment, his gaze drifting ahead to the narrowing path. "Not entirely. I just think you might be able to pull this off."

"Pull what off?" Jianyu frowned.