"I..."
Qing'er hesitated.
"I was so sure before..."
Qing'er spoke rapidly.
"What about now?"
Jia Jia glanced at her friend.
She seemed to have a vague sense of what was going on.
"Now..."
Qing'er lowered her eyes to her hand.
"I... don't think it hurts anymore..."
"And my hand isn't swollen..."
"Wouldn't a bee sting make your hand swell?"
Qing'er looked up at her friend.
"Anyway, it wouldn't look completely fine like yours does now."
Jia Jia couldn't help rolling her eyes.
She'd just turned her friend's hand over and over, checking it several times.
To be on the safe side, she'd checked both of her friend's hands.
They were both fine.
She hadn't found anything wrong.
"..."
Qing'er looked a little sheepish.
"You..."
A sudden thought struck Jia Jia.
"Don't tell me you got pricked by a thorn on the flower stem and thought you'd been stung by a bee..."
The more she said, the more likely it seemed.
Her voice unconsciously grew louder and louder.
Huh?
Qing'er blinked.
A thorn on the flower stem?
"Oh..."
Right~
Qing'er felt as if a light had suddenly dawned on her.
A thorn on the flower stem!
"Oh...?"
"What do you mean, 'oh'?"
Jia Jia rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"You nearly scared me to death."
"You suddenly acted like something terrible had happened."
"And you just kept shouting without telling me what was going on..."
You had me in a panic, too.
My heart must've been beating at 180 just now, right?
"I..."
Qing'er smiled sheepishly.
"I was too panicked at the time."
"When I thought I'd been stung by a bee..."
"I just felt... scared."
Qing'er said the last word very softly.
A moment ago, her mind had been full of thoughts