Su Wan watched as they fled in a panic.

Of course, she couldn’t be bothered with them, but the fact that her verbal intimidation had such a perfect effect still left her quite satisfied.

She turned around and saw Shen Tingyan standing in place, his beautiful face turned to the side, watching her.

He was still young, after all, and had sustained some injuries from the fight—bloodstains on his brow, likely from a knock or scrape.

“This wasn’t my doing,” Su Wan thought for a moment before deciding to explain.

“I know,” Shen Tingyan replied calmly.

“I’m sorry for the harm I caused you before.” There was a meter or two between them, and she kept a perfect social distance, not approaching him. “What’s done is done, and I can’t undo it, but if there’s anything I can do to make up for it, I’ll try my best in the future.”

Su Wan spoke politely and appropriately.

Given Shen Tingyan’s personality, he would probably coldly reject her. At least she had said what needed to be said and done what was required—she only had to speak the words, not take responsibility.

Living with the privileges of her current situation also meant shouldering the issues left by the original owner. Su Wan didn’t mind this; compared to the troubles from her previous life, she thought kids were much easier to deal with.

If an apology was needed, she would apologize. If compensation was required, she wasn’t short on money.

Su Wan thought lazily, If only every world could be solved this easily. We’d go our separate ways and live our own lives. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Shen Tingyan calmly watched her.

Su Wan was slender, and standing by the wall with her backpack, she looked very quiet and demure. Who would have guessed that she had just nonchalantly thrown her backpack at the student trying to attack, and had even threatened them with words?

It was such a contrast to her appearance.

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, seemingly nonchalant as she waited for the response she expected.

She clearly didn’t care anymore, but still put on an act of apologizing—appearing serious and sincere, when in reality, she didn’t care at all. Anyone who paid attention to her expression could tell that she was sure he wouldn’t ask her for anything.

If it were the old Su Wan, saying such things would have been a complete insult.

But now…

The wind tousled his black hair, fully exposing the scar on his brow. A drop of blood slowly slid down his cheek, and he blinked before expressionlessly wiping it away.

“Then… you can apply medicine to my wound tonight when we get home.”

Su Wan, who had been waiting for a rejection, suddenly froze. “?”

This wasn’t quite what she had expected.