When Lu Sheng returned with a fresh glass of watermelon juice, Lu Ziye's expression had already returned to normal, and he had changed into a new sweatshirt.
Lu Sheng didn't know why Lu Ziye would self-harm.
Those scars were clearly not from a single occasion, and it was unlikely that they were only on his right arm.
All she knew was that she seemed to have inadvertently touched upon the real side of Lu Ziye that lay hidden beneath his perfect facade.
"It's getting late, sweetie, go back and sleep earlier."
Lu Ziye put down the juice and patted Lu Sheng's head.
His peach-blossom eyes still held a lazy and indulgent smile, as if none of what had just happened actually did.
"As for next Wednesday, me attending your squad's activity is settled."
"Don't worry about your brother; when have I ever gone out without being surrounded and swamped by others?"
"It's just a high school festival, a small event."