Children can be a little pretentious at times. When I saw Dongyu, my tears started to flow again, and rather profusely too. This developed into a loud bawling.
The more I cried, Dongyu's face became increasingly ashen. His hand trembled as it held out a towel to wipe me down.
I thought that at that point, he must have been burning with hatred for the person who bullied me. At least, I had never seen him bear such a terrifying expression. It was gloomy, filled with hatred, and even his hands were abnormally stiff.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, wincing as he cleaned me.
I nodded, feeling aggrieved. I pointed pitifully at a few spots on my body and held his shoulders tightly, groaning and complaining silently.
Then, I felt a squeeze on my shoulder. It was a sign of affection and pity.
"Don't be afraid." His voice was slightly hoarse. "I'm here. Don't cry anymore."
In that instant, I calmed down.
