Song Yan's gentle and cultured face was filled with concern: "What exactly happened, where are you hurt?"
Before Zhuang Lian could speak, the girl next to her lifted Zhuang Lian's hospital gown, revealing the bruises spread across her back: "The doctor said it's lucky you were brought in quickly, otherwise it would have been really dangerous."
Zhuang Lian blushed and quickly pulled the quilt over her body: "It's not as exaggerated as she says, as long as I rest well for a few days, it'll be fine."
For a moment, Song Yan's heart ached. He took a chair and sat down next to Zhuang Lian, looking up at the girl: "Tell me what happened again."
