Mark of the destiny

People's Hospital,

"Hong, this is the last time I'm asking. How did you get hurt?" Hovering over Fei Hong's head, Feng Junjie's tone turned harsh.

She crossed her arms, "and this is the last time I'm answering; my hand rubbed on to the broken glass pane. That's it."

"Damn you, Hong! Stop lying." Junjie shoved a hand through his hair and exhaled, only to rein himself as Xiu Mei's touched his shoulder. "Sister Mei Mei, does she really take us as her friends?"

Xiu Mei was suddenly very exhausted with the way Fei Hong was behaving. "Hong, is there something bothering you? You can share it with us. If not with Junjie, with me at least. We are best friends!"

They stared at her, hoping for her to tell them something.

"Baby doll, you're overthinking! There's nothing like that."

"Great!" Junjie lost his patience and got up to leave, "Let's go home sister Mei Mei, we've already hit a dead end. There's no sense of talking to a stubborn person."