The journey from Lin City to Jeju wasn't far. By high-speed rail, it was just a short two-hour trip.
Zhao Rui watched the fleeting scenery outside the window for a while before closing his eyes to rest, just like the girl beside him.
For a martial artist, every moment—whether walking, sitting, or lying down—was an opportunity to train. Only through diligent, unceasing practice could one build a solid foundation for future breakthroughs.
He didn't know this girl well, so there was naturally no need for conversation.
It was best for them to just mind their own business.
However, Cui Tongxue, who was sitting in the same row, had been on an emotional rollercoaster the entire trip.
He had originally assumed the two were a couple, but he later realized they weren't speaking to each other at all, as if they were complete strangers.
His mind immediately started racing with new possibilities.
