Yang Shuting sat nervously, not daring to glance at Wen Yuhang. Then she glanced out the car window, the raging crowd, a thriving and lively scene.

"What happened to your hand, how was it injured?" Wen Yuhang inadvertently saw the wound on her wrist and asked curiously.

Yang Shuting came back to her senses and hurriedly covered it. Today, she wore a long-sleeved shirt to cover the injury on her hand so that the others wouldn't suspect anything. She also tied a silk scarf around her neck, causing people on the path to give her a strange look.

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