Qiann Yan: "Do you often get laughed at?"
"Not only laughed at, but also tricked." Wuh Huai sighed, "But I can't remember who tricked me."
On the way back to the classroom, Qiann Yan was deep in thought.
Sitting at her desk, she also observed Wuh Huai.
Wuh Huai felt Qiann Yan's gaze was strange, as if she wanted to crack his head open to see what was inside.
This thought made him shiver a bit, but as a big guy, how could he be afraid of a little girl? There's no way she could split open his head.
He sat upright at his desk, confidently letting Qiann Yan look.
Qiann Yan: "Can I touch your head?"
Wuh Huai: "..."
Qiann Yan: "I know a bit of medicine."
"Then... you can touch it." Even if Qiann Yan hadn't mentioned it, he probably wouldn't have refused. Hopefully, this experience would help him remember her tomorrow.
It had been so long since he remembered anyone besides his parents.
Ever since the second year of middle school, it had been like this.
