Just as the woman was about to put the ointment back into her handbag, Xu Jiamu suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
"Me?" The woman lifted her head and shot him a smile. "Sisi. My name is Yang Sisi."
Sisi... Xu Jiamu looked stunned for a moment, as he let slip, "Si, from Xiangsi?"
"Yeah, 'Si' from 'Sinian'." The woman seemed to like to smile. Without a word, she revealed a row of straight teeth, and held up the ointment to Xu Jiamu's face. "You'd better take this ointment... it's really good... otherwise your fingers will swell up so crazy tomorrow, you won't be able to hold your pen."
Xu Jiamu remained quiet for a while, then eventually reached his arm out to take the ointment and said in a gentle tone, "Thank you."
