"Jingzhi, what has happened?"
Zhu Weirui watched her little Attendant Student with curiosity.
At that moment, Jingzhi's eyes were red-rimmed, a row of purple marks on her lower lip, her hand clutching the antithetical couplets that had been taken with such enthusiasm this morning.
Jingzhi hadn't expected the Teacher to return so early today and was caught off guard by the sudden question, about to speak indignantly:
"Teacher, today I..."
She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Zhu Weirui tilted her head slightly, "Hmm?"
Jingzhi calmed down, her opened mouth slowly closing, and after a moment of thought, she said:
"No, nothing, Teacher."
"Really nothing? I see your lips have turned purple..."
Jingzhi hurriedly hid the couplets behind her back, shaking her head:
"Teacher, I accidentally took a fall today, sniffle, it hurts to death..."
Having said this, she sniffled.
