Silence once again descended in the room. But the atmosphere was intense!
Some people completely abandoned the books that they were reading and started to murmur. All of their curiosity was awakened. Others could not help but stood from their seat to be able to see clearly what happened.
The woman who was called little Yang was the one who threw the stone at Ye Shin. Now that her companion lost half of her arm, another level of fright surged in her heart.
"Who did that?" little Yang's voice was full of tremor but she still managed to shout.
Earlier, only she knew how strong and fast the stone she had thrown. It may be the first time for most of the other people to witness this anomaly but to her, it was not. Little Yang tried her best to keep herself composed but her rapid heartbeat kept on drumming her ears. She was overwhelmed with fear.
"Ah! My arms! My arms!" Miimai finally found her voice.
