"Hmm..."
Gu Qingxin hurriedly covered her nose with her hand, her tears about to fall.
Beiming Han turned around hastily, frowning at her, "Can't you watch where you're going? Take your hand away and let me see."
Gu Qingxin immediately shook her head. Now, her nose was both sore and painful. It must have turned red from the collision…
Beiming Han denied her the option to refuse, he pulled her small hand down without uttering a word. He scrutinized her injured nose closely, noticing its reddened tip, the impact must have been heavy.
He wanted to scold her, but seeing the misery in her large eyes filled with unshed tears, she looked utterly pitiful, like a puppy who had been abandoned.
He lifted his large hand, pinched her tall, perky nose and gently rubbed it...
"I'm alright."
Realizing that she could visit the hospital to see her mother, she was so hurry that she bumped into something.
"Keep quiet." He continued to gently massage her nose.
