Ji Wei's lips curled into a cold smile, turning her head away, pretending not to hear, biting her lip and pinching her wrist.
No matter how uncomfortable or painful it was, she didn't need Wen Nuan's sympathy. Hmph, pretending to be virtuous, acting like this in front of Yan, so that he likes her even more?
Hypocrite!
Wen Nuan watched her turn away, her lips moved slightly, and she shrugged silently.
Even in this state, she still considers her a rival in love?
Alright, anyway, she just called Uncle Wang, who said he was preparing the medicine, and after they arrived, Ji Wei could take it directly, and there would be no life-threatening situation.
Since others don't want her kindness, she should be sensible and keep it to herself.
Her wrist was already a bloody mess, and now she pinched it hard, the pain drilling into her heart, mingling with the burning heat of her body and her inner restlessness and indignation.
