Gift from Zhang Yiqi

The next day, as Xia Xibei arrived at school, Tang Luo also got out of the car.

"Ah Luo, was everything okay last night? Is your knee okay?" Xia Xibei asked with concern.

"It's fine, everything is fine, and my knee doesn't hurt anymore," Tang Luo shook his head and laughed.

"That's good." Xia Xibei breathed a sigh of relief, then apologized, "I want to say sorry to you."

"Sorry?" Tang Luo froze. "Why?"

"Actually, I shouldn't interfere with your life." 

Xia Xibei was a little embarrassed. This was originally between Tang Luo and Mo Bonan, and she, an outsider, shouldn't have said so much. She had crossed a line.

 Instead, Tang Luo smiled with serious gratitude.

"No, I should thank you. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably still be as useless as before!"

If it wasn't for what Xia Xibei had said, he probably wouldn't have found that he was still as weak-minded and short of breath as before when facing Mo Bonan.