Aunt Li returned to the kitchen to clear the dishes, while Lin Chu lay on the dining table for a while. Her frustration dissipated, and she continued eating the salad she had poked beyond recognition.
Hmm, it's a bit sweet.
Sweet like honey tea.
...
When Shen Weiyi came home, Lin Chu, having eaten and drunk enough, was prepared to go back to the small building and make peace.
Originally, she didn't plan to speak, but Lin Chu was a typical person whose sharp tongue hid a soft heart. Seeing the bruise on the other person's wrist, she couldn't help but ask, "How did you get this injury?"
It looked quite serious, not like it had been pinched out with force; rather, it seemed to have been struck by some heavy object.
After Shen Weiyi's event ended, she had removed her makeup. Due to exhaustion, her complexion appeared pale. Noticing Lin Chu's gaze on her wrist, she discreetly pulled down the sleeves of her sweater.
She answered lightly, "Just took a fall, it's nothing serious."
