"I want to know... just how dangerous was this situation for you?" Her cheeks felt a bit warm under his gaze, so she adjusted her line of sight and looked straight into the distance. This way, she wouldn't feel nervous or blush.
Shi Aoju's voice mingled with the evening breeze, sounding ephemeral and distant: "It's nothing."
"Then can you tell me about the scar on your shoulder?" she asked cautiously, "I accidentally saw it when you had an allergic reaction and I was applying medicinal alcohol for you."
Shi Aoju frowned and looked at her, a dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid of what?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.
