Yang Lin returned to her seat. Bai Lian only glanced at her when she stood up to let her sit down and didn't ask more.
This gave Yang Lin a sigh of relief.
The rest of the class had grown accustomed to it, and Yang Lin was inconspicuous enough that not many people paid attention to this side.
Yang Lin took out her test papers and a pen.
When Bai Lian saw the bruises on her wrist, her brows furrowed.
As the class ended, Yang Lin was still bent over, working through questions.
Bai Lian took out her phone and sent a message to Mao Kun—
[Bring me a box of medicinal plasters.]
She sent her school's location to him.
Mao Kun, on the other end of the phone, hesitated upon seeing the position of Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School, then replied: [No problem, sis!]
Bai Lian glanced at her phone. Jiang He had sent her two messages—
[.]
[.]
Jiang He was not the "comma little prince" today.
Bai Jian: [?]
Little Wenmang: [Cat]