Song Qiao spoke up, "Aren't you human?"
"Do I count as someone else?" Without paying attention to the fact that this woman still had the mood to joke, Lu Jingchen directly retorted.
"Yes, you are not someone else." She didn't refute and merely let him pry her clenched fist open. She had been pinching her palm with her fingernails to distract herself from the pain in her back, to the extent that she could still feel the sticky sensation in her palm, seemingly having bled.
Not caring about that anymore, Song Qiao no longer considered what Lu Tianming really thought about her. After all, the pain in her back was too unbearable, that kind of searing pain.
As her palm was spread open, the bleeding from where she had pinched herself could be seen. Lu Jingchen's eyebrows unconsciously furrowed slightly, but in the next second, he took her hand, spread it open, and gently blew on it, over and over, with an extremely focused expression.
