Jiang Nanshu methodically turned off the tap, ripped off the band-aid, revealing a wound that was somewhat red. Because it had been wet, the originally dried bloodstain blurred with the water, trickling down from Jiang Nanshu's hand.
"Did you mock her?"
Her voice was very faint, devoid of any emotion.
Su Ran couldn't help but turn back to look at her. Jiang Nanshu's eyes were very dark, like whirlpools, but she always held herself in that disgustingly harmless way that seemed to declare she wouldn't hurt a fly.
Su Ran smiled, her eyes filled with disdain, "We're adversaries. Should I comfort her instead of mocking her? Kindness isn't something for you all to use as moral blackmail."
Jiang Nanshu sidestepped her and walked out. The weather, clear for so many days, had turned overcast, wind picking up and whisking away the heat, as if rain was imminent.
