"Worried?"
"Mhm."
"Don't worry, I've made it clear with Se Se that we'll stop at once we make contact, I won't get hurt."
"Mhm."
"It's really just sparring, not an actual fight."
"Mhm."
"Se Se is quite skillful—neither Meng Zhuqing nor Meng Lanqing can match her, so sparring with her should help me understand and clarify my own shortcomings."
"Mhm."
Suddenly, An Jing's voice became very low, audible only to her and him: "Back in my world, I truly never lost a fight; I have a very strong competitive spirit. But this time, I can also see the gap between Se Se and me, so even if I lose, it's okay." She didn't want to beat anyone; she just wanted to better understand her deficiencies.
"Mhm."
"You should know why I want to improve my martial skills, right?"
"Mhm," he paused, "I do."
"Good to know." An Jing smiled. "Last night, I even dreamed about fighting alongside you on the battlefield."
In her dream, she did not hold him back at all.
