Turning her head, she saw an elderly auntie with half-white hair kindly advising her, and Xie Wanying repeatedly thanked her, "Thank you, Auntie."
"You're welcome." The other party smiled and said to her.
Looking at the other party's face, Xie Wanying's memory conjured a similar figure: Had she seen this aunt somewhere before?
The other party was dressed simply, with neatly combed hair and clean clothes, a kind face, and both charisma and depth—presumably a medical college teacher.
"What happened to your face?" While she was observing the other party, they were equally attentive to the conspicuous Gentian Violet on her face and asked, "It doesn't seem like an injury?"
"It was accidentally stained with Gentian Violet, and no matter what, I can't wash it off." Xie Wanying was truly troubled by this and confessed the truth to the kind stranger.
