If it had been before, Mu Xiangwan would have undoubtedly responded coldly, then walked away to do her own things. But this time, facing the care and greetings of her classmates, she smiled and gratefully accepted them, chatting with everyone for a long time.
The gunshot wound was on her right arm, it was improving but she couldn't exert too much force. Holding a paintbrush in her hand, she thought about how to change herself to narrow the gap between herself and Su Chaoyang.
Someone knocked at the door of the painting studio, but Mu Xiangwan didn't hear it until a classmate reminded her, "Mu Xiangwan, Teacher Han is looking for you."
Startled, she saw the ambiguous glances her classmates were giving her. Mu Xiangwan bit her lip, put down her paintbrush and went out.
Han Wenxuan's leg seemed to have healed a lot. He wasn't using a cane anymore, but his walk was slightly awkward. He found a secluded place with Mu Xiangwan, then turned around with a fervent gaze at the girl.
