Dongwu walked up to Shaoqing's room, his head held low. He felt so bad after what had happened. He knew he shouldn't have been so rash. The other was more injured because of him. He knew it was all his fault.
After a while, he knocked on the door and peeked his head into the room. Shaoqing looked up from the game he was playing on his phone. After he saw the look on Dongwu's face, he gave him a soft smile and waved him in. Dongwu bowed his head and made his way in, shutting the door behind himself.
"I can finally use my phone!" Shaoqing cried out, waving his phone around. "It's a little annoying having only one hand to type with, but it's like a breath of fresh air at the same time! And I can sit without my whole torso being in pain!"
"B-but your arm," Dongwu said, pouting.
