Seeing that Lingyue had already woken up, Xiao Shumiao's originally dark, bright eyes lit up even more, sparkling and shining, "Brother Xiaoyue, you're awake!"
He rushed to the bed, laying on Lingyue, and seeing Lingyue's mess of a face, his originally smiling face instantly turned gloomy, big teardrops accumulating rapidly in his eyes, "pitter-patter," they fell.
He cried, choking and hiccupping, looking pitifully at Lingyue, "Brother Xiaoyue..."
Lingyue frowned, "What's wrong, Xiao Shu?"
Xiao Shumiao pointed at his face, "Hurts..."
Lingyue chuckled, cajoling him, "It doesn't hurt at all."
"Impossible," Xiao Shumiao did not believe, "The last time I fell and bruised my knee, even though it didn't break the skin, it hurt a lot."
Lingyue said, "It really doesn't hurt, Brother Xiaoyue is different from Xiao Shu. Xiao Shu is delicate, while Brother Xiaoyue is thick-skinned and tough, unafraid of pain."
