Wen Yi walked to the door of Shen Yu's hospital room and knocked lightly.
"Come in."
She turned the doorknob and walked in.
Although she knew before coming that they had fought and was prepared to see injuries, when Wen Yi actually saw them with her own eyes, she couldn't help but furrow her brows.
They had fought five years ago, too, but that was just a scuffle, at most a bruise at the corner of the lip. She never imagined it would be this serious this time. One look was enough to tell how fierce the battle had been.
Wen Yi pulled over a chair next to the bed and sat down, asking softly, "How did it get this bad?"
Shen Yu had already sat up when he heard the knocking. Seeing the concern on her face and feeling a bit of guilty conscience, he waved his hand dismissively and said, "I've been shot before, this is nothing, it's not serious. If it weren't for my mom constantly fretting over it, I wouldn't even need to be hospitalized."