The metallic scent of blood filled Anning's nose after a few seconds. She simply stood there, one hand pressed against her forehead as the warm liquid trickled down the side of her face. It slid past her eyebrow and threatened to spill into her eye.
Anning quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. She stared at the bright red stain left behind for a second longer than necessary.
She didn't know if she should cry or walk over to Wanqing's mother and slap a bit of sense into her.
At that point, either of those options sounded reasonable. The silence in the room wasn't even helping matters at that moment.
.
Couldn't they at least apologize?
Anning let out a short laugh in disbelief before lifting her head. Her gaze immediately moved to Wanqing.
The woman was still seated beside Xiao Qingyue (not that she cared anyways). Usually, Wanqing looked all cold, indifferent and even detached. It was like the world and everything happening around her had nothing to do with her.
