Li Si couldn't help but comfort her: "You're overthinking this! Shasha, it's not that serious! Relax, it's not a big deal."
"The main thing is that you and Xu Er are both okay, which is fortunate enough. If there had been a serious injury, the one who should feel guilty would be me."
Bai Shasha and everyone else were all gathered together because of her wedding. She couldn't help but feel a vague sense of self-blame—maybe she should've just gone to the bridal chamber to fool around. If she had, perhaps this wouldn't have happened!
"Si, don't think like that! We're all fine, aren't we? Xu Er just looks worse than he is. I saw the wound at the time—it wasn't large, only required three stitches!"
As Bai Shasha spoke, she held up three fingers to illustrate, and no sooner had she finished than Jiang Fan interjected: "Really? Only three stitches? I thought it was thirteen stitches! Oh man, Sisi—you didn't see how our Shasha cried. She was like a total tearful mess!"
