Song Yan suddenly felt some annoyance. Although she hadn't intended to harm anyone, the chaos here was indeed her doing.
All the mess on the ground was her handiwork.
She had initially only wanted to give Wei Shiran a bit of a lesson, to mess with him on purpose, but now someone had been injured because of it, and she could not shirk the blame.
Yan Ao's hands were covered in fresh blood, seriously wounded.
He grimaced in pain and, upon hearing Song Yan's voice, forced himself to endure and nodded.
His gaze suddenly caught sight of her hand, and Yan Ao asked, "Song Yan, your hand is injured too? How did this happen?"
"I fell," she uttered succinctly, not planning to explain further.
Yan Ao gave a bitter smile, "Then do we consider this sharing hardship? Even the way and place we got injured are the same."
"..." Song Yan couldn't be bothered with him and turned around, only to meet a burning gaze head-on, causing her to freeze on the spot.
