"Then what are you doing? I get it. You're thinking about cultivation again, aren't you?" Miaomiao sighed helplessly and walked closer with a light laugh, "Then what were those loud noises just now?"
"It seemed like thunder."
"Thunder?"
Miaomiao looked up puzzled at the gray sky, which had indeed calmed down by now. Su Mu reached out and ruffled Miaomiao's hair, "I'll go get something first, you should head back."
"Here's this apron, too, so it doesn't get dirty."
"Ah, okay."
Miaomiao took the apron, noticing a barely perceptible red stain on the otherwise pristine apron, "It must have been from cleaning the fish or cutting the meat just now?"
The apron was intact, and Miaomiao, seeing no signs of damage around, didn't think much more of it.
After her turn, Su Mu glanced in a certain direction, murmured something to himself, and then walked out of the school.
...
"Qingli, Qingli, what's happening over there?"
"Are you still alive?"
"Reply if you're alive!"
