Wen Zhi gasped, enduring the pain, "I dodged the issue earlier."
"Dodged the issue? Who are you kidding!"
Wen Yiwan, of course, didn't believe her. She stared at Wen Zhi's hand, thinking, no wonder Wen Zhi was wearing loose long sleeves in such fine weather—it must have been to deliberately cover something up.
Wen Yiwan reached out and pulled up Wen Zhi's sleeve, revealing fingers and wrists wrapped in layer upon layer of white gauze.
Wen Yiwan faltered, "You're injured?"
Wen Zhi stepped back, creating distance, then pulled her sleeve down to cover the gauze, "This is my business, don't touch me."
Her tone carried a warning.
Obviously, Wen Yiwan's actions had annoyed her.
Wen Yiwan let out a light snort, "Your hand, did you get hurt in Lin City? Are you..."
Before she could finish, Wen Zhi sharply interrupted, "I said this is my own business, stop meddling in my affairs."
