On the carriage ride home, Zhu Jiao remained silent for a long while.
The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
It wasn't until Su Luo was almost home that Zhu Jiao finally spoke up: "Sister Su, Tao Hua was indeed injured just now, wasn't she?"
"Yes!"
"Did you see clearly? The thing she threw away was the hairpin you gave her, right?"
"Yes!"
"Even if the hairpin broke, it could be repaired. Or at least kept at the bottom of a box. Before, I used to despise you, but I kept everything you gave me. Why would she throw it away?"
Su Luo calmly replied, "Instead of wondering about that, why not ponder this? How did the hairpin I just gave her break so quickly? And, how exactly did Tao Hua's injured shoulder come about?"
Zhu Jiao shivered, apparently wanting to say something more, but in the end retreated into silence.
Su Luo was in no hurry.
Once someone's perceptions are formed, they are incredibly difficult to change.