The symbol clarified but not enough for Gu Jun to get a concrete sense of it. The pain dulled but only slightly.
"Dirty-minded Jun?" Wu Siyu spotted this and she immediately sat up. Her brows wrinkled, "You're not really suffering from a haemorrhage, are you…"
"No… it's not that serious." The feeling disappeared. Gu Jun shook his head and looked at the watercolor he was holding with confusion. He asked. "Dirty-minded Yu, what is this painting about? Is there any symbolic meaning behind it?"
