From the expression on Zhu Qingyue's face, Xu Xiangyang could see her inner confusion, but still, the girl helped him up the stairs of the teaching building without a sound.
Xu Xiangyang had regained some strength halfway and let go of his hand on her shoulder, climbing on his own by holding onto the stair railing.
"Are you okay?"
Zhu Qingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked down, appearing somewhat concerned.
"Yeah."
Xu Xiangyang's reply was very crisp.
Of course, he wasn't okay. Not only was his head aching due to the "side effects" of using his mind-reading ability on the Possessor, but also from tumbling on the ground several times during the struggle, his body was probably covered in scrapes and bruises.
