"Does it still hurt?" Mo Wei grabbed her hand and asked.
Her palm had been pierced by glass; how could it not hurt?
"It doesn't hurt anymore, just left a scar!" An Ziqing held up her hand and still smiled.
"It shouldn't leave a scar! Didn't you apply the ointment on time?" Mo Wei found it strange; how could An Ziqing's hand take two months to heal and still leave such a big scar?
"I did... applied it three times a day." An Ziqing retracted her hand, rubbed her palm on her clothes a few times, her eyes noticeably evasive.
Mo Wei felt something was wrong, grabbed An Ziqing's hand to take a closer look, "You didn't apply the ointment! Where's the ointment? Where's the Yak Family's ointment!"
"Oh, I put it away; such expensive stuff shouldn't be carried around all the time!" An Ziqing laughed, trying to retract her hand, but her wrist was tightly held by Mo Wei.
