Yan Qing was stunned.
Is it true that I made Pharmacist's Wish cry? For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether slapping Ying Le or making Pharmacist's Wish cry was more worth bragging about.
But seeing the sadness in Pharmacist's Wish's eyes, Yan Qing vaguely guessed something, and quickly moved away from her. Pharmacist's Wish slowly sat up, staring at the ground, letting the warm blood slide down her cheeks.
A torn piece of cloth was handed over from nearby.
"Wipe the blood." Yan Qing said.
Pharmacist's Wish looked at the somewhat clean white cloth in her hand, her vision suddenly blurred. She wiped the water marks off her face, and with a hoarse voice said, "Sorry."
"Did venting make you feel better?"
