Eagle couldn't believe that An Xiaomian, who always seemed so delicate by his young master's side, would speak such cold words.
But when he looked up and saw An Xiaomian's expression of sorrow and her eyes filled with sadness, Eagle felt he had no right to say anything more.
After all, An Xiaomian had indeed suffered and been wronged before.
So, Eagle said no more and simply turned to hurry down the stairs. He returned to the entrance of the training room, anxiously and worriedly continuing his vigil, hoping his young master wasn't too severely injured.
Upstairs.
An Xiaomian knew she couldn't leave the villa, and she was in no mood to wander around aimlessly, so in the end, she returned to her bedroom and sat down on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
No one knew how panicked her heart was.
She hung her head low, her long hair gently covering her face. The hand, placed by her side, unconsciously clenched into a fist, the palm faintly sweaty.
