Xiaoxi took back her hand as if she had been shocked. She was dumbfounded. Boys moved past them in and out of the dorm and no one paid them much attention. They probably thought that it was just a couple of lovebirds who didn’t want to say goodbye yet. But Xiaoxi was deeply remorseful; when she touched what was left of his arm, she distinctly sensed a slight tremor.
She looked down at the ground, not knowing what to say. What could she say? “Sorry?” Or “what happened?” Should she apologize for touching where she shouldn’t have touched?