"Because some activities may be I like, but you may not like them, and some activities may not like them, or you may like them, I may not like them. In this way, we can choose the activities we like, instead of forcing yourself to follow me to participate in the activities I like." She said.

"But if it's what you like, then I will definitely like it too," he said.

"How is it possible? It's impossible that you will like anything I like." She retorted.

"It's possible." He said for granted, "I will definitely like what you like."

She bit her lips slightly, and there was no sound for a while.

"Why, are you unhappy?" he said.

She took a deep breath, "Xiao Ci, you should have what you like, not like what I like."

"But what I like is you, and what you like, of course I like it too." He said.

She was suffocated and looked at him with some confusion. At this moment, she could not help but feel that something seemed to have become deeply rooted in his cognition and cannot be shaken.

"By the way, what is this?" His eyes suddenly fell on the ointment in her palm.

She subconsciously clenched the ointment in her hand, "It was... given by someone else."

"Someone gave it to me? Let me see." He said, taking the ointment from her hand and began to carefully read the text on the ointment. After a moment, he said, "I will use it to apply the wound on your shoulders?"

She nodded.

"Who gave it to you?" he asked.

"A kind senior," she said, "Okay, give me the ointment."

She said, intending to take the ointment back from his hands.

But he didn't mean to give it, but walked directly to the trash can on the side and threw the ointment into the trash can.

"Yi Qianci!" He Zixin looked surprised. He never expected that he would throw away the ointment directly, "What are you doing?"

"You don't need this kind of ointment. If you feel that the safflower oil at home is not good enough, I can help you find other more useful ointments." He said.

"No matter whether I need this ointment or not, it is always a kindness from others. You can't just throw it away like this!" she said.

"I don't want you to use something given by other seniors." He said, with a clear displeasure in his tone.

"Even if you don't want me to use it, you can't throw it away." She said.

"If you don't need it, why keep it?" he asked back.

She glared at him, "Anyway, you can't do this again in the future."

But he didn't answer, obviously he didn't want to agree.

The two of them looked at each other, until another classmate called He Zixin, and He Zixin walked away and walked towards the classmate.

Yi Qianci looked at He Zixin's back and his eyes gradually became darker.

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In the next few days, Yi Qianci applied medicine to He Zixin's shoulder every day, and every time, he would cover his eyes with a silk scarf.
Chapter completed!