Nan Xueyin lowered her eyes, keeping her hands hidden inside her sleeves. Without changing her expression, she pressed her fingernails into her palm, then braced her right hand against her left, applying a sharp twist to fake a broken wrist.
"Let me see," Xiao Youlan instructed.
Nan Xueyin delayed for a beat before lifting her left hand. Her wrist hung limply, and the skin on her palm was red, swollen, and scraped raw in a few places—all injuries she had inflicted on herself just moments ago.
Chapter 20