Su Yan's cheeks reddened slightly.
She felt a bit guilty for having her little thoughts exposed.
Trying to sound bold,
"I, I... I didn't..."
She had only spoken two words when their eyes met, and she faltered instantly.
She raised her hand, wanting to cover her face.
In doing so, she revealed a scar on her arm.
Yu Wenxu, who seemed relaxed, abruptly stopped tapping his fingers on the table.
His gaze shifted slightly, but his facial expression showed no change.
"I'm limping and can't come over, come here instead."
Su Yan always disliked it when Yu Wenxu mentioned his leg.
Whenever he brought it up, she felt particularly sad.
So much so, that she lifted her skirt hem and walked over.
Just a moment ago, she was thinking about changing her dining companion, but now she had completely forgotten about it.
She compliantly went over.
He reached out and grabbed her arm.
Examining the wound on her arm.
He merely tore open her sleeve to look.
