The ointment felt hot against his skin for a moment, then gradually turned cool.
Sang Zhi watched as Ye Qianning puffed her cheeks and blew on his arm. For some reason, his nose began to tingle. It felt like no one had ever been this close to him before.
Everyone else feared and despised him. Only she treated him like a normal person, without fear or disgust.
At the thought, Sang Zhi's eyes grew slightly red.
Ye Qianning looked up just in time to see the look on his face.
Sang Zhi froze for a moment, then blinked a few times and looked away.
'He seems so insecure, and there's a certain strangeness about him I can't quite put my finger on,' Ye Qianning thought. 'Like... like the Ugly Duckling.'
"Well, I should get back to my reading." Sang Zhi stood up.
"What's the point? No matter how much you read or how smart you are, didn't you still fail the monthly exam?" Ye Qianning grabbed his sleeve.
Qian Zhuye nodded in agreement.
