Eastern Angel

Yun Xiangxiang thought that she died countless times after half an hour. She lay on top of the yoga mat like a clump of mud, her body still trembling lightly.

She couldn't even move a finger, and her brain had become mush. She didn't know what she should do. .It was as if her body wasn't hers to control.

Song Qian didn't go and move her either. Instead, she sat down beside her, "This branch of Jiu Jitsu was passed on since the Warring States Period [1]. It later came into the possession of the Song Family. Our ancestors improved it by fusing it with the joints and acupoints of the human body, which reduces the damage on the body immensely. But it is very harsh on the stretching of the tendons. It's best practiced from six years old."

Yun Xiangxiang lay on the ground like a fish that was mercilessly abandoned by the ocean. Tears still clung to the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to say a word; nor did she have the strength to.