“Where is Teacher?” Wu Zhangkong asked once more as he subconsciously tousled Shen Yi’s hair.
Tears began to pour out of Shen Yi’s large, evergreen eyes. Dumbfounded, she threw herself into Wu Zhangkong’s arms.
“Senior brother!” she said, choking back sobs.
The pitiful sound of her weeping attracted curious glances of passersby.
Shen Yi’s white hair was extremely easy to recognize even without taking her fame within the academy into account.
“Isn’t that the White-haired Witch, senior sister Shen Yi? What is going on with her?”
“She never smiles and all the juniors are afraid of her. What’s she doing?”
“Who is that man? He’s so handsome!”
“Whoa. He seems sort of familiar. Who is he?”
As a stream of chatter reached Wu Zhangkong’s ears, he patted Shen Yi on the back and said, “Let’s go.”
Shen Yi raised her head sheepishly, her eyes still full to the brim with tears. “You’re still my senior brother, right?”
Wu Zhangkong forced himself to form a bitter smile.
