"..." If not for the fact that Song Nuan is still young and a minor.
Song Yi really wanted to rebut right away.
...
That night, Song Nuan stayed up waiting for news from Gu Nanjiu.
Finally, close to midnight, Gu Nanjiu sent a photo.
The hand in the photo was wrapped in many bandages, stained with seeping blood, suggesting the wound wasn't shallow.
Song Nuan replied: "Does it hurt a lot? That's your right hand."
"Teacher Gu, if you need to grade homework or exams, I can help you."
Sitting in the hospital corridor, Gu Nanjiu saw Song Nuan's message, and the brows he had been furrowing slightly relaxed. Unknowingly, a small smile tugged at his lips.
Song Nuan only received one reply from Gu Nanjiu: "Go to sleep."
After seeing this message, Song Nuan indeed went to sleep.
But Song Yi couldn't sleep.
The events of tonight were too strange.
She initially wanted to send Tang Si a message on WeChat about it, but recalling the last recording... Song Yi felt a bit frightened.
