Shi Qian had never been able to empathize.
She didn't read romance novels or watch all kinds of love dramas.
Naturally, she didn't have unrealistic teenage dreams.
But at that moment, when Fu Sinian protected her, her mind was filled with images her roommates had forcefully instilled in her.
She was experiencing it herself.
Fu Sinian realized that Shi Qian had been looking at him without saying anything. He quickly took her hand. "Did you hurt yourself? Does it hurt?"
Shi Qian shook her head. "I'm fine. What about you?"
Fu Sinian was about to say that he was fine when he suddenly dismissed the idea.
He slowly raised his hand and rubbed his shoulder.
Shi Qian immediately stroked his shoulder. "Did you hurt yourself? Do you want to go to Dr. Bai's place to take a look?"
"At most, this kind of impact will leave some bruises. It won't hurt the bones."
"Then why do you look so serious?"
