"It seems I was obstinate," Li Yunqiong said with a defeated shake of her head and a smile upon hearing what Xu Xiuxiu had said. "You've already told me you have no ointment, yet here I am, still hoping to bother you, hoping that you might take pity on Cui Shuo for the wounds on his face. I asked too much of you." Li Yunqiong expressed her apology, yet her gaze towards Xu Xiuxiu held no anger.
To extend help was a kindness; to refuse was simply proper. Xu Xiuxiu had already helped her once; it was Li Yunqiong who hadn't cherished that. Therefore, Xu Xiuxiu's words were understandable to her.
"It's nothing difficult," Xu Xiuxiu said, shaking her head indifferently. "But I really don't have any ointment left, so you might be going home disappointed, I'm sorry, Yunqiong." Xu Xiuxiu spoke formally, saying the right things for the situation.
