"Because of Ye Zhifan?" Xia Jinyuan could tell what she was talking about and raised his eyebrows slightly. "To you…"
Ye Jian didn't want to talk about this. With her dark eyes, she gazed at him and interrupted gently, "Was it painful? Back then."
Such a deep and wide scar, even if she was looking at it now, she could feel her back hurt.
"It didn't hurt at that time, I just blacked out." He brushed the topic off with a calm voice. The red light came on and Xia Jinyuan stopped the car. He held onto the steering wheel gracefully with one hand while he laid the other on the winded-down window. He looked at her frown and laughed softly, "I don't have any impression of it now. The pain is gone. I'll tell you if it hurts the next time I get an injury."
Ye Jian's face changed and she burst out, "Don't say such things! Pfft! Touch-wood, touch-wood!"
Touch-wood?
