After another rigorous training session, Ye Jin bowed slightly. "Thank you, Master." Her voice was polite, distant.
She turned and left without another word, leaving Dion standing in the arena.
His eyes followed her retreating figure, a frown forming on his face. Ever since the incident, she had been acting strangely—keeping her distance, avoiding him whenever possible. It was as if she were building a wall between them, a barrier he couldn't quite break.
And worst of all, the infatuation in her eyes, the spark that had once been there, was gone.
He didn't like this. Not one bit.
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[How long are you going to keep up this cold war with the target?]
Ye Jin let out a small sigh as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel.
