"I understand that it was Bai Zhu's mistake. He will apologize, and we can end this matter here. From what he said, he only touched your shoulder to get your attention. There was no malicious intent."
The girl in question, "Sister Lian," the one with green eyes and braids, stared at Bai Zhu with pure hatred, but when Kyrian spoke, her gaze landed on him with a mix of anger and newly born apprehension. She did not look satisfied in the slightest and opened her mouth to protest.
But the silver-haired young man placed his arm in front of her, physically preventing her from speaking. His eyes, however, were fixed on Kyrian, measuring him.
Kyrian then looked at Bai Zhu with an expression that left no room for negotiation. Bai Zhu understood. With his scowl deeper than ever, but with a slight nod of resignation, he took a step forward, avoiding looking directly at the girl.
"Sorry. I was wrong." The words came out like rolling stones. Rough and forced, but spoken loudly.
