Xiao Yunying, holding up the calligraphy brush, blinked her eyes: "Are you angry?"
Chen Yuancheng softened his tone: "I'm not angry, I just want you to pay more attention to your health."
Xiao Yunying signed another contract: "This little injury is nothing. I'm not one of those pampered young ladies from wealthy families. I'm not that delicate. Let me tell you a secret, I'm afraid of pain. If it were a serious injury, I would go to the clinic by myself without you having to remind me."
"Applying ointment isn't troublesome, it won't take you long. You're so diligent in other things, why do you always like to be lazy when it comes to applying medicine?"
Xiao Yunying chuckled: "Because I thought the injury wasn't serious and would heal on its own without needing medicine, I always forgot."
Even minor injuries can leave scars if not properly cared for.
"Let them stay then."
Chen Yuancheng said helplessly, "If you get your face injured in the future, will you still be so indifferent?"
"I still need to take good care of my face, but if I ever get a scar on my face, I won't feel like I can't go on living like some women do."
At this point, Xiao Yunying asked Chen Yuancheng, "If I were to be disfigured one day, would you break off our friendship?"
Chen Yuancheng couldn't help but slap her on the forehead: "What nonsense are you thinking? Do you think I'm that shallow and unreliable?"
Xiao Yunying rubbed her forehead: "Didn't I say that to you?"
The gesture of patting one's head also looks so familiar.
"Good to know. I'll answer you the same way you answered me."
Xiao Yunying remembered that she had said this just this morning, and she was quite satisfied with this answer: "That's more like it. I hate people who judge others by their appearance. You've passed."
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