Lu Xiu looked at Jian Li. Though she was still curious, she did not force Jian Li to talk just to satisfy her curiosity.
That would not be appropriate.
Scars were not the kind of thing that healed just because someone else forcibly tore them open.
If she was really curious, she could just ask someone else.
Thinking that, Lu Xiu withdrew her gaze, braced her hands against the floor, and stood up.
"All right, stop wallowing in sadness."
Lu Xiu extended a fair hand toward Jian Li. "Get up. You can't expect me to keep sitting in the entryway as punishment with you, can you? And next time, don't just sit there alone like an idiot. If you feel bad, come find me. Aren't you usually pretty diligent about coming over to my place? Why were you sitting here by yourself today?"
"..."
Jian Li tilted her head slightly upward and looked at Lu Xiu, who stood before her looking bright and lovely.
Under the bright lights, there was no unnecessary emotion in Lu Xiu's beautiful eyes. She was simply looking at her, her gaze clear and clean.
Jian Li slowly raised her hand and took Lu Xiu's outstretched hand. The moment their fingertips touched—
She realized that Lu Xiu's hand was truly soft and warm.
Lu Xiu exerted a little force.
Using Lu Xiu's strength, Jian Li slowly got to her feet.
Then—
She lowered her head, glanced at herself, and instinctively reached out to straighten the slightly rumpled hem of her pleated skirt.
Seeing that, Lu Xiu naturally bent down again, extending her fair hand to gently pat the spots Jian Li had missed.
This time, she even patted away the dust on Jian Li's fair thighs.
"Don't sit on the floor next time."
As she patted