Shen Chaoxi's fair face bore a faint bruise at the right corner of her mouth, and she deliberately kept a distance between her back and the wooden chair to avoid the dull pain that contact would bring.
There was a large window in the private room, its transparent glass cleaned so well that it was almost invisible.
Sunlight streamed in, covering half of the marble floor with a reflection of white light.
Shen Chaoxi took off her earplugs and fiddled with them in her hand.
Her pale slender fingers looked soft and boneless, and aside from a few barely visible scratches on the back of her hand, there was the light pink scar on the outside of her index finger.
Two months had passed since that injury had healed, but the scar remained.
Shang Jianghan frowned slightly, his eyes darkened.
Shen Chaoxi nodded, feeling it was a bit impolite, and then spoke softly.
"It's all better now, I thank Teacher Shang for that day."