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Her wrist was grasped, the force not heavy, and the palm's temperature somewhat cool, prompting Mo Shangjun to halt in her tracks.
"Is there something else?"
Turning her head, Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids.
Ya Tianxing hesitated slightly.
Then he lowered his gaze, staring into Mo Shangjun's eyes with an expression that was meaningfully ambiguous. After a long while, he cautioned her, "Don't go wandering off in a couple of days; there's extra training."
"Okay."
Mo Shangjun shrugged her shoulders.
With a twist of her wrist, she easily broke free from Ya Tianxing's grasp.
Turning her back to Ya Tianxing, Mo Shangjun waved her hand and left with an air of nonchalance.
Ya Tianxing stood silently in the same spot, watching her retreating figure. His expression and emotions were faint, and as she walked further away, they slowly vanished without a trace.
After she was gone, Ya Tianxing took out his cellphone.
Two missed calls in a row.
