Xia Qingqian was dazed for a while, and only after a long time did she tremble as she opened the medical kit to treat herself. Beitang Yao stood there all the while, quietly watching her.
"Xia Qingqian! Do you really like treating my words as if they mean nothing? Do my words truly hold no power over you at all?" His face, which had momentarily softened, suddenly turned cold and stern. He absolutely would not permit anyone to defy his orders or take his words lightly. "Is this because you're spoiled and arrogant, or do you really think you're something special?"
"I'm not spoiled and arrogant, and I've never thought of myself as anything special." After taking care of herself, Xia Qingqian closed the medical kit. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air; it wasn't very pungent, but it wasn't pleasant either.
