"Uhm...I think you should go and talk to her," Yi Chen suggested when he saw Feng Min making her way back to her stand.
"It's alright. It's something she has to get used to eventually," Feng Ning answered firmly.
Shedding blood either accidentally or deliberately was only natural in the path they had chosen.
'I'm not too sure about that…' Yi Chen thought to himself. Noticing the firmness in her tone, though, he didn't suggest it again.
He felt that this was still psychologically too much for a thirteen-year-old girl, and if he were in her place, then he would definitely not be in a mentally good place.
A few more matches later, the first round of Feng Min's batch was finally over, and the subsequent winners were made to compete against each other in the next round.
