"You can take a look at your arm. Xue Meng fought with someone a few days ago and should have left a lot of injuries."Ji Jing gestured for Xue Zhong to look down at her left arm.
She still remembered that Xue Zhong's hand had been cut by a tree branch that day.
Fight? Xue Zhong rolled up his sleeves as he tried to figure out this term that was very far away from him.
Scratches, scratches, bruises. Although it had been a few days and most of the wounds had scabbed over, traces of a fight could still be seen.
I went to fight? Xue Zhong had only imagined this vivid scene, but he actually felt a strange sense of happiness.
"So, I'm Xue Meng." Although this matter was really strange, after eliminating other answers, Xue Zhong could only admit that there might be a major error in his memory.
"No, you are Xue Zhong." Ji Jing retorted coldly.
