Yin Dang walked over awkwardly and said, “Are you okay?”
“Hmph.”
Han Weiwei snorted coldly and paid him no mind, feeling especially wronged — she had encountered Yin Dang twice now, and both times nothing good had come of it.
Seeing Han Weiwei ignore him, Yin Dang grabbed her left hand. “Let me take a look.”
“Don’t touch me.” Han Weiwei pulled hard; the twisted spot in her wrist hurt and she gritted her teeth.
“Sorry about before,” Yin Dang said earnestly.
Han Weiwei stamped her foot. “Who told you to let go of me?”
“Wasn’t it you who told me to let go?” Yin Dang asked, puzzled.
“You told me to let go, so you let go!” Han Weiwei replied coldly.
“Heh! People sure are hard to read.”
Yin Dang shook his head, then grabbed Han Weiwei’s hand again. “Don’t move. I’m a divine healer — I’
