Fu Shiyan noticed Jiangli had been silent all along, his eyes growing darker, "Does it really hurt?"
He caressed Jiangli's arm, his fingers gently applying pressure, as if he wished to transfer Jiangli's pain onto himself.
Finally, Jiangli found her voice.
She heard her own hoarse voice say, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, I was just thinking about something."
Fu Shiyan, seemingly unconvinced, asked, "What were you thinking about that made your face look so bad?"
Jiangli smiled nonchalantly, "I was just thinking, I wonder how things are with Xia Xin. After all, he's my student. I'm definitely concerned about him."
Fu Shiyan stared into Jiangli's eyes for a few seconds.
Although he knew inside that Jiangli was lying, he did not expose her.
