Her foot slipped, and Jiang Xuanxuan blurted out, "Ah! It's not my fault, sister! I didn't..." But she couldn't finish her sentence.

"Don't worry! I won't let you fall!" Yang Yajing used the strength she gained from chopping vegetables every morning to steadily support Jiang Xuanxuan.

She chuckled inwardly: "You want to smash it? No way!"

The plan failed, and fearing that delaying for too long would really leave a burn scar, Jiang Xuanxuan had no choice but to let Yang Yajing help her to the toilet to rinse with cold water.

"Oh dear! This needs some medicine!" Yang Yajing looked at Jiang Xuanxuan's arms and legs. "Otherwise, it will really leave scars, a dark patch, it will look awful."

"Ah? Xuanxuan, don't want to have scars... Waaah..." Jiang Xuanxuan was so frightened by the words "dark and gloomy" that she burst into tears.

"There's still a long time before the school bell rings. My house is just across the street. Why don't we go over there, wash up, change our clothes, and apply some medicine?" Yang Yajing suggested.

"That would be too much trouble for you, sister. I'll just go to the infirmary." Jiang Xuanxuan shook her head.

"The infirmary is closed during lunchtime," Yang Yajing said, dropping another bombshell.

Thinking back to her previous life, she also went straight to the infirmary, but after knocking on the door for a long time and finding no one there, she ran home, which delayed her.

Not wanting to have a scar, Jiang Xuanxuan had no choice but to go back to Yang Yajing's home.

But why was this "home" different from what she had imagined? Entering the door turned out to be entering a shop, and a greasy pastry shop at that?

"Ya Jing? What brings you back? Did you bring a friend?" Sylvia Chang looked up from her busy schedule. "Oh! What's wrong with this young lady?"

"She's burned. I'll go put some medicine on her." After replying, Yang Yajing led Jiang Xuanxuan to her room.