Du Wanrou continued to ask, "Qin Hao, are your injuries healed? Not bothering you anymore?"
Laughing, Qin Hao replied, "They've been healed for a while now, there's no issue."
Recalling the events of that day, Du Wanrou still felt a lingering fear. If it hadn't been for Qin Hao, she couldn't imagine what would have become of her.
Although her parents always said that Qin Hao was no good, she thought he wasn't a bad person; in fact, she'd been dreaming about him almost every night for the past few days.
Now that a few days had passed without chatting with Qin Hao, she felt a kind of emptiness inside, as if something was missing.
Du Wanrou: "Qin Hao, I'm so bored at home by myself, can you tell me a joke?"
After she said this, she quickly added, "Don't send those embarrassing jokes, I want to hear a normal one."
Qin Hao hurriedly scrolled up to look for one, and after a while, he finally found a joke that wasn't risqué.