He's always easily satisfied. Even if his heart is broken one moment, if Yun Ya smiles at him the next, he'll instantly be happy beyond words.
Ning Zihuan has a bandage on his left cheek, his right leg is in a cast, with a minor fracture and a mild concussion, but other than that, he's alright.
But as the saying goes, a bone injury takes a hundred days to heal. Injuring the bone is theoretically more serious than Yan Song's injury.
"Don't move, you hurt your leg and you're still moving around like a child. Do you want to lose your leg?" Yun Ya scolded with a stern face.
Ning Zihuan smiled indifferently, staring at Yun Ya: "So, you're caring about me?"
"You're my friend. If I don't care about you, who should I care about?"
"Oh, just friends, huh." Ning Zihuan muttered, lowering his eyelids so his expression was unclear.
Yun Ya smiled, "You completely brought this on yourself. I told you to leave early, and you didn't listen. See what happened now."
