Beiming Han turned around and pulled her up, his eyebrows knitted tightly. He wanted to pull her hand down to check.
"No, no...it hurts!" Gu Qingxin's tears were still falling. She had been thinking too hard and this bump was much harder than the previous one.
"Why can't you fix your bad habit of not looking where you're going!" Beiming Han forcefully pulled down her hand. Fortunately, it was just red, no bleeding or twisted.
Gu Qingxin quickly pulled her hand back, continuing to cover her nose.
"Don't you have ointment? Rub some on it!" Beiming Han was somewhat speechless.
"That ointment isn't for the nose!" Gu Qingxin wiped the tears from her face with her hand.
"What's the difference? It's the same when you bump somewhere!"
"..."
"Your nose was already flat, and now it's almost downright flat!"
"Ah? I need to go to the bathroom!"
Beiming Han, "..."
He found the location of the restroom, and took her there.
