"Why are you here?" He stared at her and asked again.
"You haven't answered my question. What happened to you? What illness do you have?"
"I'm fine."
Nangong Ruyue couldn't help but raise her voice: "If you don't tell me, you think I won't be able to find out?!"
Xiao Zexin pursed his lips: "It's really nothing. I just accidentally fell."
"Where did you fall?"
"There were glass shards on the ground at the time. When I fell, the shards happened to lodge in my leg."
Nangong Ruyue was about to lift the blanket: "Let me see."
"No need to look, I'm fine." Xiao Zexin held the blanket down.
"Let me see—"
"I'm really fine."
Nangong Ruyue reached to pull his hand, but before she could touch it, he retracted it quickly as if electrocuted.
Nangong Ruyue's eyes darkened.
But her face remained calm.
She lifted the blanket and saw that his right thigh was wrapped in a bandage.
The wound seemed deep, as traces of blood seeped through the gauze.
