"What's wrong with your arm?" Rong Yan didn't know why she noticed her own arm, lifted it to look, and seeing only a faint scar remaining, she said nonchalantly, "Oh, this scar was from an accident I had a long time ago. It's healed, but I didn't pay attention to the scar left behind. Is it very noticeable?"
Chenyue was unsure whether she felt disappointed or some other emotion, shook her head, and gave a perfunctory smile, "It's fine, not particularly noticeable."
She changed the subject herself, "Did Duidui like the cake this afternoon?"
Mentioning Little Baby, Rong Yan's eyes curved in a smile, and her whole being radiated warmth, like she was enveloped in a dim light, soft and peaceful, "He liked it very much, and asked me to thank you. I'm really sorry for the trouble this afternoon."
"It's okay, as long as he liked it. It was a hurried purchase, I should have asked which kind was tastier."
"No need, no need, you are too polite."
