TL: FoodieMonster007
“When did you figure it out?” Yeo Min snapped, hunching over like a bristling hedgehog and glaring daggers at Baek Suryong.
Baek Suryong replied softly, “I’ve known for a while. You’ve been secretly taking pills twice a day, morning and night.”
Yeo Min frowned, but remained silent.
Baek Suryong watched her reaction calmly. She had been careful, but inside the White Dragon Manor, there was no hiding anything from his sharp eyes. Concerned, he asked again, “Are you sick? Or do you have so kind of unusual constitution? From what I’ve seen during your training, though, you don’t seem to be seriously ill.”
“I’m…” Yeo Min hesitated.
Everyone had sothing they’d rather keep hidden, and normally Baek Suryong wasn’t one to pry. However, this involved a student’s health, and he couldn’t just let it go.
Co to think of it, I’ve never had a real conversation with her.
Unlike the boys, he hadn’t had long talks with Yeo Min, not because she was a woman, but because she always kept her distance and avoided such monts.
“I know this isn’t the best ti, but if I don’t ask now, I might not get another chance,” he pressed.
“……”
“If it’s a secret, I’ll keep it. Just tell . Maybe I can help. You know I specialize in treating qi deviation and rehabilitating delinquents…”
“It’s none of your concern, Mr. Baek.” Yeo Min cut him off, shaking her head firmly and forcing a strained and obviously fake smile. “We’re just in a contractual relationship, right? Isn’t it awkward when an employer gets too curious about his employee’s private life?”
“……” Baek Suryong fell silent. Unlike the other students, Yeo Min was only learning martial arts for money, just like she had danced at the Golden Dragon Inn for a living.
Is her obsession with money connected to the dicine?
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Baek Suryong’s gaze was once again drawn to the few strands of white hair peeking through Yeo Min’s otherwise black locks, but the desperate look in her eyes made him hesitate to ask her about it.
Yeo Min pleaded, “Just like we agreed, I’ll enter the Heavenly Martial Festival’s movent arts competition. I’m not confident about winning, but since you’re paying , I’ll definitely do my best. You promised a big bonus if I get first place, right? So nothing else really matters, does it?”
“……” After a brief pause, Baek Suryong nodded. “Okay. Nothing else matters.”
For a mont, Yeo Min’s expression hardened, but she quickly returned to her usual self. “Phew. That’s a relief. I was worried you’d keep pestering for answers.”
“Do I seem like that kind of person to you?”
“You just proved that you’re not, right?” Yeo Min giggled, sticking her tongue out playfully, before standing up.
Baek Suryong shot her a puzzled look. “Where are you going?”
“I saw a stream nearby just now, so I’m going to wash up. After two days of running, I must sll awful… Wait, don’t tell you’re planning to sneak a peek?”
“I’m not interested in kids.”
“You’re not that much older than !” Yeo Min pouted, then vanished in a flash using her movent arts.
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Baek Suryong watched her disappear into the distance, then lay down on the ground, resting his head on his arms. A sea of stars shimred brilliantly in the night sky, as if threatening to rain down and drown him at any mont.
“A contractual relationship, huh? For sothing like that, she sure seed sincere about trying to save her fellow student. Seriously, why does it seem like everyone who cos to the White Dragon Manor has a story to tell?”
Sighing softly, Baek Suryong closed his eyes.
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