Do You Live Well Here?

Zena was dumbfounded for a moment. She raised her head and glanced at Xavier, and then quickly lowered her head. Xavier frowned, "What happened?" He asked again. It was her movement of ruffling her hair that made him see her face clearly. A part of her right cheek was red and swollen, and the swelling was big. Zena braced herself and stammered, "Nothing..." "..." To put it bluntly, such a place was like a painted tank of various colors. The prisoners couldn't be said to be honest and simple. "Did you quarrel with others?" Zena listened to these words and knew that he was concerned about her. When she thought about the unpleasant things that had happened to her, her nose twitched, but she tried her best to hold back her tears. She was ashamed enough, and she didn't want Xavier to know anything awkward about her. "No." Zena shook her head. After taking a deep breath, she forced herself to raise her head, "I live a good life here. You don't have to worry about me." "Then you..." "Oh." Zen