Zi Ling limped over in a panic, trying to support Ye Qing Luo up.
In her fluster, she tripped over the step at the entrance and stumbled forward instead.
She reached out in desperation, wanting to support Ye Qing Luo. Zi Ling's pair of clear and bright eyes were now wrought with worry.
Ye Qing Luo waved her hands dismissively at her. Zi Ling was shaking her arms and her injured arm hurt even more.
She drew in deep breaths and while she was gasping, she managed to squeeze out: "Don't mind me, I'll be fine once I sit down."
Zi Ling has touched the fresh blood that has drenched her shoulders and she frantically knelt down and asked, "Miss, was it Fourth Miss and gang that bullied you again?"
Her hands were full of blood and this had alarmed her greatly.
No wonder her Young Miss' face was so pale and she looked very weak and frail at this moment.
