The door closed.
Xu Enyu looked at the medicine on the table, her eyes blinking gently.
The big brother of the He family, he must be a good person.
It had been a very long time since anyone had cared about her like this.
Her father loved her, too, but he was too busy, so busy that he had no spare time to care whether she was doing okay or not.
With the door shut, she rolled up her trouser leg and then took the disinfectant alcohol and medicine, treating the wound and bruise she had just sustained.
Actually, she had become accustomed to such bullying; falling down hurt, but such incidents had happened so frequently that she had become numb to it.
Her father often told her that it was already tough enough just to be alive.
It was tough.
As Xu Enyu thought to herself, she slowly lowered her trouser leg, covering the wound, then put away all the medicine, storing it in the drawer.