Liya and her group gathered together, probably checking for wounds and discussing my offer, while I sat to the side, looking at all the cores collected in my inventory.
"Why do you keep looking at her?"
"Hm?"
Since Yifei returned, she reverted to how she acted around Qinglan; she was probably jealous of Liya.
However, I didn't show any interest that might trigger that. It seemed Yifei couldn't help but worry about that kind of thing.
"Well she's pretty and has a great body, but most of all isn't her hair colour rare?"
"...Hmph, it's just red."
"Damn." I leaned back, clutching my ribs, "I'm gonna feel this tomorrow."
Yifei exhaled beside me and twirled her glaive once before slinging it over her back. She didn't look tired, but I could see the tension in her face and shoulders. The thrill of the fight still clung to her.
So," she said, brushing ash from her sleeve with forced casualness, "is she your next one?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"You mean Liya?"
