Jiang Beiyu, of course, had no idea what was going on in the little girl's mind; he just felt that she had seemed preoccupied since they were at the hospital.
But with the little girl keeping her troubles to herself and refusing to speak, Jiang Beiyu was at a loss.
"Where else are you hurt? Point it out to me," Jiang Beiyu said.
Su Nanzhi snapped back to reality, thought for a moment, and, realizing it was inconvenient through the fabric, she briskly pulled aside the collar of her garment at her shoulder in a motion so swift that Jiang Beiyu didn't get the chance to protest.
The wound, wrapped in gauze and dressing against her fair skin, was suddenly exposed before Jiang Beiyu's eyes, making his eyelids twitch involuntarily.
"..."
Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Su Xiaozhi, you really don't treat your teacher as an outsider, do you?"
Su Nanzhi: "..."
Her figure froze, and she looked at Jiang Beiyu with a gaze filled with complexity and conflict.
