With Li Zhi handling the matter of those thugs, Gu'er could finally relax.
She glanced toward the bedroom. Chen Fengjiao had come out, her eyes slightly red. She had clearly been crying, but the agitated look she'd had when she first went in was gone.
Seeing Chen Fengjiao sit down, Gu'er poured her some more water.
Chen Fengjiao looked at Gu'er, her expression complex—a mix of gratitude, guilt, and something else she couldn't quite put into words.
"Gu'er, Sui'er's fine now. Thank you."
Chen Fengjiao thanked Gu'er. At first, she had been afraid Gu'er would hurt Sui'er. But when she went in, she saw nothing more than a slap mark on Sui'er's face. On the contrary, Sui'er was speaking clearly, telling her not to worry. She said she wouldn't hang out with that crowd anymore. Even though the school break was only a few days away, she would start going back to school tomorrow and would dye her hair back to its natural color, telling her mother not to worry.
