"Is it a serious injury?" Su Qingnuan asked with a smile.
Her pale face showed faint traces of a smile, making her appear even more fragile.
"Stop smiling." Gu Xiaoxiao pinched the corners of her mouth, grumbling unhappily, "It's making my heart ache."
"Look, I'm fine," Su Qingnuan said helplessly. "What's there to feel sorry about?"
"You don't know what I felt when I saw you lying there, bleeding, I..."
As if a dam had burst, Gu Xiaoxiao's tears started streaming down again.
Su Qingnuan's neck was still throbbing with pain, but somehow that sharp ache began to fade when she saw Gu Xiaoxiao shedding tears for her.
"Alright, alright," Su Qingnuan patted Gu Xiaoxiao's hand, chuckling softly. "If you keep crying, the doctor might come to treat me again—probably annoyed by you."
"… You're impossible!" Gu Xiaoxiao shot her a reproachful look, wiped her tears, and said, "Stop joking around. When Mr. Fu comes by, let's see how you plan to explain yourself!"
Mr. Fu...
