"Did it hurt?" Yuan Xuan asked with a low voice. Even though his voice became gentler, his sentence was as brief as usual.
"It didn't hurt. I didn't even make a sound..."
Mu Chenyan looked as if she was used to the pain. The indifferent tone in her voice made her sound very miserable.
Although it genuinely did hurt, she downplayed the sensation when she spoke to him.
"You were previously so afraid of pain. I remember when you once cut yourself a little while peeling an apple, you immediately started to tear up and make a fuss. Now you're telling me that such a deep burn wound did not hurt..."
Yuan Xuan caressed the scars while trembling slightly. He remembered Mu Chenyan's spoiled personality from the past.
Although Mu Feng never liked Mu Chenyan, her mother, Yan Mei raised her to be a mighty fine young noblewoman.
How did someone as spoiled as she get through such gloomy days?
