When Xia Xingchen returned from the commune, she brought back anti-inflammatory medication, along with emotions she thought she had concealed.
"What's wrong?" Yi Roujing, ever perceptive, immediately noticed Xia Xingchen's abnormal state, "Did you encounter someone at the commune?"
Xia Xingchen did not refute, and Ding Anmin, recalling Xia Xingchen's previous experiences, quickly asked, "Who did you meet, did anyone hurt you?"
"No." Xia Xingchen shook her head with a smile, but her smiling face couldn't hide the pain in her eyes.
Ding Anmin hugged her, "Xingchen, do you want to cry? It's okay to cry, let it out and then we can talk later. Let's have dinner at home and sit in the room for a while."
The three of them sat in Ding Anmin's room. Yi Roujing went to make brown sugar water, and after Xia Xingchen cried for a bit, she calmed down and drank an enamel mug of sugar water, finally feeling somewhat restored.
