"Is that you?" Ailin raised an eyebrow, her exquisite features possessing a kind of ostentatious beauty, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just bored and taking a walk. Somehow I ended up here," Jian Xi quickly composed herself, "There are so many children here."
"Yes, they are all very pitiable," Ailin's gaze became heavy, "Do you know how they got injured?"
"I don't," Jian Xi shook her head, feigning ignorance.
"It was an uproar," Ailin said, "Seven months ago, a violent upheaval took place in a neighboring country, and these children lost their homes, parents, and health."
Jian Xi lowered her eyes, feeling a weight in her heart.
How could she be unaware? These children were the ones she and her comrades had carried out from the battlefield during the chaos.
In order to save their lives, they had been brought to the comparatively technologically advanced Saint Mary Hospital. As for the medical expenses, she had paid for them.