"It's been taken care of, no need to go to the infirmary," Tang Huai said, looking at Chen Bing.
Chen Bing came over, took Tang Huai's left hand, and spread her palm open to see. This hand was also pierced by some bricks.
Though it wasn't as serious as the right hand, it would still hurt to hold a pen and write.
Chen Bing's heart couldn't help but sour at the thought of Tang Huai taking the exam with this hand. Chen Bing, a recent college graduate, felt that the child was pitiable after learning about Tang Huai's situation.
Now, seeing her insist on completing the middle school examination even with her injuries, Chen Bing truly saw her as a strong child.
Chen Bing looked at Tang Huai with compassion, "Does it hurt when you write?"
Tang Huai shook her head, "Teacher, it doesn't hurt."
Tang Huai, who had lived through two lifetimes, had endured far greater pain. What was this pain compared to the loss of Liu Xiaoyu?
Tang Huai could bear it!
