Leng Huaijin found some medicine for her and said nonchalantly, "Then you are still an underage girl."
Shen Weiyang really didn't like being treated like a child: "I'm not, I—"
When the gauze was pulled off, she screamed in pain and subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his shoulders.
Leng Huaijin looked at the glaring knife marks on her leg and frowned slightly: "Did you cut this yourself?"
Shen Weiyang was stunned: “You, how do you know?”
Leng Huaijin sprinkled her with anti-inflammatory powder while explaining, "The direction of the cut is wrong, and the shape of the cut is wrong. It must have been made with something like a utility knife. Hong Qi can't use such a trivial thing."
Originally, when he talked about the previous part, Shen Weiyang thought he was amazing, but when she heard that childish sentence, she exploded again.
"What's so simple? Do you look down on utility knives?"
Leng Huaijin looked at her angry expression, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
How childish.
Shen Weiyang was stunned when she saw that he seemed to smile.
He looks so handsome when he smiles, like the first ray of sunshine seen in the snow the day after it snowed.
"Why did you hurt yourself? Look at the wound. It must have been there a while, but you didn't take care of it properly, so it's worse now."
He asked casually as he tended to her wounds.
Shen Weiyang felt a little awkward: “It has nothing to do with you.”
She didn't want to tell anyone about what happened to her in the Lin family.
Especially him.
She didn't want him to feel sorry for her.
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