Whose Shirt is This?

Jian Qi did not know how to console people. She had always been alone. As such, she did not know how to console other people and no one had ever consoled her before.

Because of that, she did not know how to lessen Mu Zi's pain as she saw her feeling utterly devastated. 

After all, what was happening to her was a rather cruel thing. 

Jian Qi put her hand on Mu Zi's head and smiled softly. "As the saying goes, when one door closes, a window opens. Although I don't know why you want to be recruited to the Special Fire Team, there will always be other ways if you want to achieve something. These are your legs. To protect or to ruin them, is a choice you yourself should know how to make." 

"I'm just upset." Mu Zi said sadly. "It seems as if everything that has happened the past three years has gone down the drain."