Anna stood by the window with her arms crossed, watching Gao Zhiming pound the punching bag, the muscles flexing underneath his skin. His youthful face was growing more and more similar to how Charles looked back then.
Gazing at that familiar face, she drifted off in thought, recalling the countless experiences they had shared.
"Sis, what's wrong?" Gao Zhiming asked, holding an ashtray in both hands and snapping Anna out of her trance.
Anna took the cup from his hand, tipped her head back, and downed the drink inside.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to tell you to stop this training. This level of practice won't help you much. What I taught you before is enough for self-defense."
Gao Zhiming hesitated. "But this is all I can do right now. If I don't do this, what else is there?"
