Sensing Yun Jian's gaze, Lin Xuan felt a chill zipping down her spine and shuddered.
"Oh no, Yun Zhu, you're hurt! You're bleeding!" Duan Li cried and timidly pulled out a tissue from her pants pocket to pull Yun Zhu's hand to her so she could wipe it.
Duan Li had called him Yun Zhu since the start because she felt that the closest way she could address the boy was by calling him straight by his name.
"Sss…" Yun Zhu could not help hissing when he felt Duan Li wipe his bleeding palm with the tissue.
It was definitely painful. To prevent his whole body from crashing to the ground, little Yun Zhu had cushioned all the momentum with only one hand just now. It meant that all the pressure and weight from his body was fully received by that one arm during his fall. It was already commendable that the boy did not let his head thwack against the ground.
