"Be careful!"
A hurried voice was heard. Before she fell down, an arm quickly pulled her arm and pulled her up!
'Bang!'
The sound of the broken porcelain was heard. Leng Xinran only felt a sharp pain in her left palm, followed by his concerned voice, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt? Let me see!"
A faint smell of blood came. Leng Xinran already felt a sticky feeling in her palm. She quickly looked down and found that her palm was already red.
Her palm was accidentally cut by the broken ceramic.
Lan Xiu pulled her injured hand and looked at the wound on her palm and the blood on her palm. His brows were tightly knitted, and his heart was tense for no reason. His eyes were filled with pity and anxiety, "Does it hurt? I'll treat your wound right away."
He quickly got up and went to get the first aid kit.
Leng Xinran took a deep breath. The pain from her palm made her clear-headed. Lan Xiu quickly took the first aid kit and sat down.
