Xiu Xi's wound was not serious, just a small cut that required only a bit of medicine. It didn't even need to be bandaged, and it would soon scab over and heal.
After the doctor had finished treating Xiu Xi, he left.
As soon as the doctor had gone, Xiu Xi, touching the wound on his forehead, looked into Zhao Li's eyes and asked her, "It won't leave a scar, will it?"
"Huh?" Zhao Li didn't quite understand what he meant for a moment.
When she realized what he was asking, she immediately nodded, "Right, right, it won't leave a scar."
Xiu Xi nodded his head and then closed his eyes, finally at ease.
"..." Zhao Li.
Looking at Xiu Xi who had closed his eyes again to sleep, she had always felt that the little boy the Ruan Family was raising was very aloof. She had never imagined that he would care so much about his appearance—it was both amusing and exasperating.
Ruan Jianguo and Shu Jiao hurried over as soon as it got dark in the evening.
