Lu Weixi seemed to notice something too, turning to look at him, Zhao Zihuan immediately retracted his hand, pointing at a spot on his own cheek, "Here."
Lu Weixi was somewhat confused, "What?" She touched her other cheek, "Here?"
Zhao Zihuan shook his head, hesitated for a moment, pulled out a tissue from his pocket, lightly placed it on her cheek, slightly pressed with his fingertips, gently removing the smudge on her face, "Here."
"Ah, I'm sorry. Excuse me for a moment." Lu Weixi probably felt it was a bit inappropriate and headed for the washroom. She was so preoccupied with treating her injury and watching over her mother that she didn't notice her own messiness, her body and face stained with dirt.
