Gu Xin was happily eating her meat bun. She looked at her mother, her sister, and then at her father. Just as she was about to routinely beg God to let their family continue like this, she noticed a bright red scar on Gu Shouxin's hand. The bun immediately lost its fragrance, and she stopped moving. She asked, "Father, what happened to your hand?"
Cai Xiaolian and Gu Nian looked over as well.
They could tell at a glance that the wound on his arm was a knife wound. It hadn't scabbed yet and was bright red.
Gu Shouxin calmly tugged at his sleeve and switched to holding the bun in his other hand. He said, "I took the side road when I came back. It was dark again and I couldn't see clearly, so I got hung up by a tree thorn. It's no big deal. I'll be fine in two days."
