The practice room was dark, with curtains tightly drawn over the windows. Despite a heavy rain outside, the air inside the room was still a bit stagnant.
One could faintly see a figure sitting in a corner, huddled up against their knees.
Hannah approached, standing before them.
In the silent space, her soft sigh echoed, both distant and faint, "Why are you crying?"
She raised her hand.
The next moment, Sunny Lee felt a gentle warmth spread over her head.
The hand gave a comforting pat before quickly retreating.
She looked up to find herself under Hannah's gaze, eyes black as polished jade, calmly watching her.
As if under some bizarre spell, Sunny suddenly stopped crying. However, her eyes were incredibly swollen, barely able to open, and her face was streaked with tear marks, presenting an utterly disheveled sight.
Noticing Hannah's hands, smooth and lustrous like jade, a sudden feeling of inferiority welled up inside her. She declared in defiance, "I don't need your help."
