They went late, and there weren't many people in the cafeteria. Qin Youxue ordered two bowls of noodles and found a corner to eat with Wu Baiqing.
As they were eating, Qin Youxue suddenly noticed something. She reached out and grabbed Wu Baiqing's hand.
"This is…" Qin Youxue stared in shock at the scar on Wu Baiqing's wrist, stunned, unable to collect her thoughts for a long time.
Wu Baiqing pulled her hand back from her grasp and laughed softly: "It's nothing. It's shallow, doesn't hurt at all."
"…" Qin Youxue's eyes slowly turned red. Her heart felt unbearably heavy, powerless against her friend's pain, unable even to empathize.
"I'm not trying to die." Wu Baiqing looked at her reddened eyes and said softly.
"Don't lie to me…" Qin Youxue felt like she was merely trying to comfort her.
"Really." Wu Baiqing smiled lightly, the pale face showing a faint sadness, "I made a call to him a few days ago."
