Oh, forget it. They were all still just kids.
Cai Hao let out a long, heavy breath, collected himself, and prepared to speak again.
"Brother Fang... what happened to your arm?"
Yang Xiaomian inadvertently interrupted Cai Hao again, nervously cradling Fang Ci's forearm.
"Did you catch it on something?"
Fang Ci moved his wrist and smiled faintly.
"I accidentally scratched it. It's just broken skin. I'm fine."
"No, we still need to clean the wound. Don't move." Yang Xiaomian took off his backpack and rummaged for medicine.
Fang Ci gently curled his fingers around his wrist.
"It's fine. Rest a little. You've been on edge for so long. We'll be there in another two hours."
"No. You can't be this careless." Yang Xiaomian held Fang Ci's forearm and looked up at him for a long moment.
Fang Ci suddenly laughed. "I remember you didn't make a sound the last time you got hurt, and that cut was much deeper than mine."
Yang Xiaomian blinked, realizing he meant the last time, before they had gotten together.
Back then, he had taken Ye Ruan's advice and stubbornly endured his injury without saying a word, even deliberately wandering past Fang Ci twice as though by chance.
He had thought Fang Ci really hadn't noticed. He hadn't expected him to admit the truth now.
Yang Xiaomian pressed his lips together, his cheeks reddening, and asked quietly:
"So you knew."
"I saw it." Fang Ci pinched Yang Xiaomian's cheek, then changed the subject.
"Last time... after that night, I wanted to clear things up with you. But ever since something happened to Ye Ruan, I've been busy and haven't had a chance to properly talk to you."
Yang Xiaomian's gaze wandered as he muttered:
"I thought we were already together."
*At the very least, we