KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Yu Xiaoyan gently knocked on Qing Yueqiu's door, her fingertips making a crisp sound against the carved wood.
"Senior Sister, let's go! Master is calling us for dinner."
The rustle of fabric came from inside the room, followed by Qing Yueqiu's reply:
"Just a moment. I'll be right out."
"Oh, okay, but hurry up!"
Yu Xiaoyan called out again, her voice a little louder, a strange look appearing in her almond eyes.
'Senior Sister has been acting so strangely these past few days.'
She was normally the most diligent person in the entire Cold Palace Sword Mansion. You could see her practicing her sword in the snow and ice at the crack of dawn, when the sky was just beginning to lighten. She never seemed to mind the frost that covered her thin training robes.
But from what Yu Xiaoyan had observed, ever since her Senior Sister returned from the Northern Desert, she had not only started sleeping in but had also become much fussier.
