"I know you were driven out," One answered irrelevantly.
What did he mean? Was he mocking her?
"I walked out on my own," Ye Ranran retorted.
"Or maybe you would have crawled out?" One sneered.
Ye Ranran: "..." Communication impossible, being friends is no longer viable!
Ye Ranran decided to ignore him. Just as she opened her design notebook, a large hand appeared before her eyes, holding a tube of ointment lying quietly in its palm.
"It's for removing scars!" One explained awkwardly.
Ye Ranran's eyebrows lifted in a smile, "No need."
One was almost dazzled by that smile, he shifted his gaze slightly, "Why not?"
"I keep it as a reminder to learn from the pitfalls," Ye Ranran said indifferently.
"The young master will be upset." Even if he didn't say it outwardly, he was unhappy inside, "So for the young master's sake, you should use it."
Ye Ranran looked at him with surprise, "I didn't expect that you could be quite persuasive."
