Shi Xunnian shrank her hand and shook her head: "It's okay, I got burned, but I think a new layer of skin would look quite nice."
Listening to this response, Fu Jingsheng's lips twitched slightly: "Do you think you're a snake?"
"Go buy some medicine at the pharmacy and apply it. This won't give you a nice new layer of skin, it'll only leave ugly scars." Fu Jingsheng said disdainfully, "You have no common sense at all."
Shi Xunnian lowered her eyes to look at her burnt red hand: "It shouldn't be that serious, it's fine, it's just on my hand."
Fu Jingsheng: "You're quite optimistic."
Shi Xunnian smiled and said nothing more.
Fu Jingsheng spoke again: "Are you genuinely optimistic, or just reluctant to spend money on medicine?"
After these days of interaction, Fu Jingsheng had come to understand Shi Xunnian's habits. It seemed like money was everything to her; with money, she'd do anything.
