Jiang Xia stepped forward with a knowing look. He took one of An Ning's hands and looked at the red marks on it, his heart aching.
"Come on, let's go find some medicine for that."
"There's no need—for any fancy medicine."
An Ning had wanted to say there was no need, but after meeting Jiang Xia's gaze, she inexplicably backed down.
'What's going on?' she thought. 'Since when do I back down?'
'Why do I feel a bit sheepish?'
The feeling was utterly foreign, but An Ning didn't find it entirely unwelcome.
The two went to the campus infirmary, where they found some medicated spray for An Ning's hand. She was told to avoid getting it wet and to refrain from strenuous use for the time being.
Jiang Xia thanked the staff, promising to remember the instructions, and left the infirmary with An Ning.
After the pair left, the few people in the infirmary switched into standard gossip mode.
"Who were those two? We have people with that kind of aura at our school?"
