Jiang Chun noticed Shen Jun's guilt-ridden expression and, with a lighthearted demeanor, placed a reassuring hand on his arm. She joked, "Don't dwell on it too much. It's really nothing. Nowadays, medical technology is so advanced that a few skin transplants can easily fix it. Besides, it's on the inside of my arm. Even if there's a faint mark, who would be scrutinizing my hand all day?"
Shen Jun raised an eyebrow and said, "Seeing you now, it's clear that you haven't changed at all. You've always been thoughtful and considerate towards others, just like when we were young."
Observing the interaction between Shen Jun and Jiang Chun, Wen Nian recognized that she couldn't interject or impose herself into their conversation. They were engrossed in their own shared memories. As an outsider to their history, she couldn't force herself into this conversation.
instead of childishly seeking attention, Wen Nian listened silently from the sidelines.
