Lan Xiu's eyes were like stars. When he looked at Leng Xinran, his gaze was a little deep.
"I could have foreseen the outcome long ago, so I don't feel much joy anymore," Leng Xinran replied in a casual manner. Only then did she stand up slowly. She fixed her dress slightly and pulled on her sleeves. The scars on her arm were completely hidden.
"I've consulted the doctor. He said that the wound on your arm will fade. You don't have to... Let's make an appointment and go take a look, okay?" Lan Xiu asked.
Hearing this, Leng Xinran glanced at him. Her clear eyes softened a little. She did not reject his good intentions. "Yes, the wound is a little deep. I didn't take it seriously before, and it has been like this ever since it got better. It's still the same after a long time."
"I don't feel like you care about much either."
Lan Xiu smiled and helped her pull on her slightly wrinkled skirt.
