"As for the effects of the illness…" Xiao An Fei said, "A cure was, luckily, found. Is this not a joyous event, My Lady? Are you not happy?"
"Yes, I'm ecstatic," Li Meirong answered dryly. She wasn't sure who or what to believe anymore.
"And in the upcoming match, My Lady will surely be participating!" Xai An Fei's voice grew louder with excitement, and Li Meirong sighed.
"That'd be nice."
It wasn't that she was upset about being replaced with another competitor for the first match – in all honesty, she would rather not be hassled about the tournament at all, and she preferred staying home.
It was Zhu Qingyue, after all, who had coerced her into being in the tournament in the first place.
But she had practiced so hard! All the time and effort she had spent training would be for nothing if she didn't at least try.
