"Xiaoman, does your foot still hurt? Let me take a look, we can't be negligent about tendon and bone injuries." Ye Wudao said to her with ease soon afterward.
"No... It's fine now, my foot has already healed," Zhao Xiaoman also regained her composure, although still with a hint of shyness as she spoke.
"Let me have a look anyway, we might need to stay in these mountains for several days; we can't afford to be careless," Ye Wudao said, somewhat unconvinced.
"Okay."
Zhao Xiaoman nodded, no longer insisting, sat down, and took off her shoes and black nylon socks.
Ye Wudao took her foot in his hands and massaged it around her ankle. It might have been because Ye Wudao was holding her foot, but Zhao Xiaoman felt ticklish and couldn't help but let out a series of laughter, like the ringing of silver bells.
"It's alright now, Xiaoman, your foot is fine, you don't have to worry," Ye Wudao put down her foot and said to her.
