"It's nothing."
"You're still saying that it's nothing?" Song Wanqiu's gaze landed on the bruise at the corner of his mouth. She directly exposed him. "Look at you! Why are you injured here? Did you fight with someone? If I don't ask you, you won't tell me."
She had noticed it when they were having dinner that night and wondered if he would tell her about it. However, Rong Si had just lowered his head and silently ate, not saying anything.
The kid always liked to keep things to himself. Furthermore, without Little Jiu around, he seemed to have reverted to the quiet and reserved child from before.
When his mother asked, Rong Si could only tell her what happened. He pursed his lips and coldly said, "They hit me first."
Song Wanqiu sat down beside him and looked at him as her heart ached. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Why did you fight?"
