Two hours later, several people gathered in the hospital ward, in a two-person room, where a few girls were either sitting or standing around a bed, talking.
The one lying in the bed was Xiao Chong, with his lower leg in plaster hoisted up on the other side, his face a colorful mosaic, smeared with iodine and mercurochrome.
Li Xianglu said guiltily, "Xiao Chong, I'm sorry, it's my fault that you got hurt. Look at your face; even your mom wouldn't recognize you, right?"
Xiao Chong tried to speak, but the pain was unbearable whenever he opened his mouth. Frustrated, he gestured with his hand to express his anger.
Iro, standing nearby, chuckled and patted Li Xianglu, "Alright, enough teasing. He's already like this. Don't provoke her anymore."
Lu Anna, who was peeling an apple, cut the peeled apple into small slices, placed them on a plate, and set it within Xiao Chong's reach.
Tears welled up in Xiao Chong's eyes as he whispered a soft "Thank you!"
