Douluo Continent: Thunder Roar

The dormitory was quiet. When Ling Yu pushed open the door, Wang Dong'er was sitting on the bed, holding the "Soul Beast Illustrated Guide" in her hands, reading it with great concentration.

Hearing the noise, she looked up at him, a hint of awkwardness hidden in her eyes. She didn't speak, then lowered her head again, her fingertips turning slightly.

The sound of pages turning was particularly clear in the quiet dormitory room.

Ling Yu remained silent, walked to his bedside, bent down and put the items on the bedside table into his storage soul tool one by one.

Wang Dong'er turned another page, and the rustling sound was louder than before.

Ling Yu then stacked the notebooks and put them into the soul tool.

Wang Dong'er turned another page, and the rustling sound became even louder, as if she were sulking with someone, her fingertips brushing the pages with a bit of force.

Ling Yu didn't pay any attention and continued to pack his change of clothes. He also put away a few small items and stood up to dust off his hands.

Wang Dong'er kept staring at the pages, not even looking up. The dormitory fell silent again, with only the sound of her deliberately loudly turning the pages.

After a few seconds of silence, Ling Yu turned and walked towards the washroom.

"Feed." Wang Dong'er suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat stiff, breaking the silence.

Ling Yu stopped and turned to look at her.

Wang Dong'er kept her eyes glued to the book, but her ears were turning a subtle red. She asked in a deliberately indifferent tone, "When are you moving tomorrow?"

"In the morning," Ling Yu replied succinctly.

"Oh." A single syllable, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of disappointment, and Wang Dong'er fell silent.

Ling Yu waited for two seconds, and seeing that she didn't say anything more, he turned around and left the dormitory, heading to the washroom.

The door closed gently, and Wang Dong'er suddenly raised her head, her gaze falling on the door, and she stared blankly for a few seconds.

She tossed the book aside, lay back on the bed, stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes filled with frustration and resentment.

After a while, she turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and a muffled voice drifted out from under the pillow: "Fine, let's move...who cares..."

After a moment, she turned over again, looking at the empty bed opposite her. Scenes flashed uncontrollably through her mind—the first day they met, he stood by the window, saying without turning his head, "I was planning to move out anyway"; these days, he always had that indifferent look, as if nothing mattered; on the Sea God Lake, he carried Ma Xiaotao across the lake, his posture upright; and when Ma Xiaotao kissed him, his face, still expressionless, yet inexplicably captivating.

She suddenly sat up, waved her fist at the air, and looked very angry.

Just then, the door opened, and Ling Yu, who had finished washing up, walked in.

Wang Dong'er was so frightened that she quickly lay back down, pulled the blanket up to her chin, closed her eyes tightly, and even breathed softly.

Ling Yu glanced at her, said nothing, walked back to his bedside, sat down, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

The dormitory returned to silence, so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window and the two people's steady breathing.

After a long while, Wang Dong'er quietly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the bed opposite her. Ling Yu's breathing was steady, clearly he had entered a meditative state, his expression calm, lacking his usual aloofness.

She opened her mouth, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "...Silent type."

I thought he wouldn't respond, but to my surprise, Ling Yu gave a soft "hmm" and still didn't open his eyes.

Wang Dong'er's face instantly turned red, and she quickly pulled the blanket over her head, wrapping herself up like a little dumpling.

The bed felt stuffy, but her mind was in even more turmoil—when she woke up tomorrow, the bed opposite hers would truly be empty.

The next afternoon, at the East Gate, at the end of Wutong Lane.

Ling Yu pushed open the door of the clinic, paused, and was slightly stunned.

The shop was spotless, the floor was as clean as new, the windows were bright and clean, and the row of old wooden cabinets was wiped clean, even the dust in the wood grain was cleaned away.

A small table has been added against the wall, on which sits an exquisite tea set. Steam rises from the teapot, releasing a faint aroma of tea.

He knew who was coming to help today.

Jiang Nannan, Wang Dong'er, Zhang Lexuan, and Ma Xiaotao all made plans yesterday.

But they all have classes during the day, so logically, no one should have arrived first.

So who cleaned up all of this?

He heard soft footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Wanqing walking out of the courtyard, carrying a tray with several plates of delicate pastries and freshly cut fruits, all brightly colored.

Jiang Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly when she saw him, a gentle smile spreading across her face. She walked briskly towards him, her tone intimate as if she had been waiting for him for a long time: "Dr. Xiaoyu, you're here?"

The voice was soft and gentle, carrying a long-lost tenderness. Ling Yu was silent for a second, then softly called out, "Madam Jiang."

Jiang Wanqing gently placed the tray on the table, stepped forward, and carefully looked him up and down. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone was full of concern: "You've lost weight. The food at the academy must not be as good as what you eat outside. Come to our house for meals often, and I'll help you recover."

Ling Yu sighed and explained softly, "...I've only been here a few days."

"You've lost weight in just a few days." Jiang Wanqing grabbed his wrist without saying a word, her fingertips gently touching his skin, and pulled him to sit down at the table. "Come, come, sit down and have some tea. I just brewed it. Nannan said you're moving in today, so I came early to tidy up."

She pressed Ling Yu down to sit, and soon a cup of hot tea was placed in his hand, the warm touch spreading from his fingertips.

Jiang Wanqing stood beside him, smiling as she looked at him. Her gaze lingered on his face for a long time, and the tenderness in her eyes held an indescribable fervor.

Ling Yu lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and avoided her gaze.

Just as I put down my teacup, a sweet osmanthus cake was offered to my lips, carrying a faint osmanthus fragrance.

"Try it, it's freshly made today, you should like it." Jiang Wanqing's voice was right next to his ear, with a hint of laughter, her breath gently brushing against his cheek.

Ling Yu looked at the pastry being offered to his mouth, his body stiffened slightly, and he said softly, "...I can do it myself."

He reached out and took the osmanthus cake, his fingertips accidentally brushing against hers. Jiang Wanqing's fingers paused slightly, but instead of immediately withdrawing, she gently brushed against his fingertips before slowly pulling her hand back, a barely perceptible smile flashing in her eyes.

Ling Yu took a bite of the osmanthus cake; it was sweet but not cloying, and had a rich aroma.

Jiang Wanqing smiled, her eyes fixed on his profile, her voice filled with anticipation: "Is it delicious?"

"Mm." Ling Yu nodded gently.

"That's good." She clapped her hands gently, her smile growing even more tender. "I'll make it for you more often in the future, so you can eat it anytime you like."

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the backyard. After taking a couple of steps, she turned back to look at him, her eyes filled with a tender, almost boastful look: "You rest first, I'll go tidy up the backyard a bit more. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll go buy groceries later and make your favorite dishes."

Ling Yu watched her figure disappear behind the door before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

He looked down at the remaining osmanthus cake in his hand, then at the exquisite tea set on the table, the gleaming cabinet, and the newly added green plant in the corner—everywhere showed signs of meticulous care.

He suddenly remembered why he had been in such a hurry to move out.

The feeling of being secretly watched and constantly being cared about made him somewhat uncomfortable.

He thought that moving out of the dormitory would get rid of Wang Dong'er's increasingly strange gaze, but he never expected...

Ling Yu raised his head and looked towards the backyard.

Sunlight streamed in through the courtyard, illuminating the space. Jiang Wanqing was busy inside, bending over to tidy up the old furniture with gentle movements. Every now and then, she would look up at him, and whenever their eyes met, she would immediately flash a gentle smile, her eyes crinkling with a tender yet eager expression, before continuing her work.

The smile was gentle and appropriate, without any flaws, but Ling Yu always felt that there was something hidden beneath that smile.

He recalled the scene in the back hall of Huichuntang when Jiang Wanqing was lying on the couch and he was bending down to treat her.

At that time, he was focused on controlling his chakra and didn't think much about anything. But after the treatment, she held his hand and refused to let go for a long time. The light in her eyes was so complex that it was hard to understand. There was gratitude, tenderness, and a trace of a secret emotion that he hadn't understood at the time.

Ling Yu withdrew his gaze and took another sip of tea.

The tea was still warm and had a sweet taste, but it felt different from before. There was an indescribable feeling that lingered on the tip of my tongue and wouldn't go away.

Emerging from the wolf's den, only to fall into the tiger's lair.