On a Sunday afternoon, Huo Feng still arrived at Pu Sangzhi's doorstep with his head wrapped in a full headbandage, as usual.
The two of them went to school together, attracting various concerned glances from the neighbors along the way, as expected.
Pu Sangzhi couldn't stand those misunderstanding glances, and several times along the way, she wanted to tell Huo Feng to stop coming to find her.
But every time she saw Huo Feng's head heavily wrapped in bandages, she couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh and could only sigh in the end.
So, she couldn't help but sigh throughout the trip.
Huo Feng noticed and couldn't help asking her, "Are you in a bad mood? Why have you been sighing all day?"
Pu Sangzhi glanced at him and saw his constant silly smile, she couldn't bear to crush his spirits.
She thought to herself, "Forget it... he's all wrapped up like a mummy now, any harsh words can wait until he's healed."
"Sangzhi, does this mean we've made up now?"
"Huh?"