Zhu Yuan glanced up at Gu Xiqiao the moment Jiang Shuxuan walked out of the room with his phone. Silently, she sat on a chair, peering at her own hand with a calm expression.
While this seemed like any other small wound, it had a significant impact on Zhu Yuan. There were two lacerations underneath of which raw, bloody flesh was visible. It must've hurt when disinfectant was poured over the wound but to Zhu Yuan's surprise, she did not flinch even once throughout the whole ordeal.
Looks can be deceiving but minor changes in one's expression usually could not. Zhu Yuan was sure that the seemingly delicate ice princess possessed a heart that was as hard as a rock.
"How old are you?" Zhu Yuan was curious about this young woman. "Are you in senior high, or perhaps you're in university?"
Jiang Shuxuan wouldn't be interested in a middle schooler, would he?
