Jiao Yu nodded and motioned for Shen Ci and Lu Ying to sit down.

Everyone saw that Jiao Yu, who had been indifferent before, finally showed a look of satisfaction.

She said, "Chen Ci is right. In this world, good and evil are not absolute, and many things are not absolute. When looking at a person or a thing, you can't use absolute eyes. There are no absolute good or bad people..."

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"Chen Ci, you are so amazing. What you said just now was so good that even Jiao Yu praised you." After class, Lu Ying gathered around Shen Ci's desk and was happy for him.

A faint smile appeared between Chen Ci's eyebrows.

[Thank you for translating for me. By the way, when did you learn sign language?]

Facing the boy's eyes as clear as glass, Lu Ying exclaimed "Ah", her eyes a little evasive, and rubbed her slightly hot ears and said, "Just learn it casually." After perfunctory answer, she immediately changed the subject, fearing that Shen Ci would ask again.

The maid behind Lu Ying pursed her lips, wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

What do you mean by just studying casually? I study until very late every day.

Ye Qingyue put the book into the bookcase. He saw the interaction between the two people out of the corner of his eye and his eyelashes drooped slightly.

"Hiss", Ye Qingyue took a breath and looked down. There was a scratch on the white and tender fingertip, and blood was oozing out.

It was accidentally scratched by the book box just now.

Ye Qingyue stared at the bloodstain in a daze and ignored it.

Ye Qingyue picked up her bookcase and walked out. Not long after, she suddenly heard the sound of running behind her, as if someone was hurriedly chasing her.

She turned and stood still, and the man almost bumped into her.

"careful."

When the man stood still, Ye Qingyue saw his face clearly.

The young man had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth. He was breathing slightly, probably because he had just run over. His eyes, as clear as glass, looked particularly bright in the sunlight.

The lake in Ye Qingyue's heart seemed to be gently brushed by the spring breeze, causing ripples to appear.

"Is there something wrong?" Ye Qingyue ignored the strangeness in his heart.

Shen Ci pursed his lips and spread out his hand. On his palm was a small, white porcelain bottle. The porcelain bottle was smooth and shimmered in the sunlight.

Ye Qingyue was puzzled: "What is this?"

Shen Ci’s earlobe turned slightly red, and his fingertips pointed at Ye Qingyue’s hand.

There, the bloody scratch still hadn't stopped bleeding. Ye Qingyue was startled and quickly withdrew his hand.

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment and gestured.

His gestures were very simple and Ye Qingyue understood it immediately.

"Is this medicine for my wound?" Ye Qingyue guessed.

Shen Ci's eyebrows lit up and he nodded.

"No, I'm fine." Ye Qingyue habitually refused help. This little pain was nothing. When she was little, she would be spanked if her mother didn't agree with her studies. Her mother was merciless, and children's skin was tender, so Ye Qingyue's palms were bloody and fleshy.

Mother didn't let Dad apply medicine to her because she wanted to make her feel pain and remember the lesson so that she wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Rejected, Shen Ci lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips clenching the small porcelain bottle.

Just now when he was talking to Lu Ying, he inadvertently saw that Ye Qingyue's hand was scratched. After saying goodbye to Lu Ying, he chased after him without thinking much.

The small porcelain bottle was a gift from his brother for him to keep with him in case of emergency. However, the Ye family probably didn't need it.

Shen Ci concealed the loss in his heart, retracted his hand, and prepared to take the small porcelain bottle back.

The next time, the small porcelain bottle was held by another hand.

"I think it still hurts a little. Can you give me some of your medicine?"

The depressed and listless boy instantly perked up like a grass moistened by the spring rain, and nodded quickly.