Jiang Nan glanced at his arm and said casually, "It's nothing, just an accident."
"Really? Was it really just an accident?"
Situ Yunshu stepped forward, blocking his way, "Let me see."
Their eyes met, and Jiang Nan saw determination in her eyes. He sighed helplessly, "Yunshu, it's really late."
"Let me see." She insisted, reaching out, ready to roll up his shirt sleeve.
A hand intervened, grasping her wrist.
Stopped her action.
"Yunshu."
Jiang Nan's voice was hoarse, with a hint of firmness.
Was it that he didn't want her to see?
Releasing Situ Yunshu's hand, Jiang Nan wished her good night, then left.
Staring in a daze at his departure, a trace of melancholy swept through Situ Yunshu's heart.
...
Night had deepened.
Everyone had already gone to sleep, but Qiao An and Qiao Ran were still chatting.
The mother and daughter hadn't seen each other in a long time, ever since Qiao An fell ill and had surgery, they hadn't met since.
