Gao Ming found out from the information on the medicine bottle that Xuan Wen had gone to Gastroenterology, but he didn't know what had happened to her there.
Normally, Xuan Wen would never ignore Gao Ming, so she might be intentionally hiding something, or she could have been influenced by something from "home".
To be safe, Gao Ming didn't show any signs of abnormality. In almost the time it took to turn around, he had completed a full transformation of his expressions and demeanor.
"Auntie, I've developed the photos, but the colors still look a bit strange." Xuan Wen walked past Gao Ming, and whether intentionally or not, the tips of her hair brushed against Gao Ming's nose. The scent of roses dispelled the aroma of the food and also allowed Gao Ming to see a small, crooked wound on Xuan Wen's nape.
In this warm, ordinary home filled with goodwill, Gao Ming saw a wound for the first time.
Without further need for words, Gao Ming had already understood some things.
