Shi Yu frowned and indignantly said, "Yunxi, you are too kind. It was clearly Ye Ling who stabbed your hand with a wine bottle, and you still speak up for her."
"Okay, Shi Yu," Jian Yunxi forced a smile and looked at Sheng Junlie. "Junlie, don't listen to Shi Yu's nonsense. It's all a misunderstanding."
The more tolerant Jian Yunxi was, the angrier Sheng Junlie became. "First, take care of the wound. I will give you an explanation for this matter."
Jian Yunxi's heart sank when she heard him say this. She lowered her eyes and looked a bit aggrieved and desolate.
The doctor came over with hydrogen peroxide and disinfected Jian Yunxi's wound. Jian Yunxi felt like her soul was about to leave her body from the pain. She grabbed Sheng Junlie's hand with her uninjured hand and buried her head in his embrace. "It hurts, Junlie, it hurts so much..."
Sheng Junlie held her shoulder and frowned at the doctor. "Be gentle. Can't you hear her screaming in pain?"
