Moonlight streamed into the room.
Ning Ruyue folded her clothes neatly into a trunk, yawned, and her gaze inadvertently fell upon the guqin in the dormitory corner, a gift from the Dean in her childhood, warning her not to be preoccupied with waving swords all day and to focus more on playing the guqin.
The eldest martial sister of the guqin academy was also raised strictly by the Dean's hand.
In fact, she had no interest in playing the guqin, always looking for chances to sneak to the mountains behind the academy to practice swordsmanship, which is why she was often discovered by the Dean, who would then order her to face the wall and reflect on her actions.
But now that she was about to leave, she found that she was somewhat reluctant to part with the guqin.
After some thought, Ning Ruyue found a cloth to carefully wrap the guqin and slung it over her shoulder to test its weight.
It was all right, she could manage it.
