"He Zhilan, I heard about what happened over the winter break, how's your hand?" The first thing Zhou Chenyue did after pulling He Zhilan out of the library was ask about her hand. It was then that He Zhilan realized that Chenyue had been deliberately avoiding her hand because she was worried about her injury.
He Zhilan took her hand out of her pocket and showed it to her with a smile, "It's healed! There's just a small scar. It faded quite a bit after I applied some ointment my roommate gave me."
"Every scar has its story, and God sees it all," Zhou Chenyue said, "Did Gu En come to school today? I saw the Gu Family's car just now. Did you see the black rose tattoo she got on her foot? That's the scar she got from her car accident. She got it tattooed as soon as she left the hospital. Talk about bravery, she wasn't even afraid of infection!"
"I saw it," He Zhilan nodded.
