Song Qinghuan immediately stood up, tugging at his sleeve, "I'm up! You have to help me get my bag back."
Shi Yuhuan didn't say anything, just turned and prepared to walk away.
Song Qinghuan still grabbing onto his sleeve, following his steps forward, hadn't taken more than two or three steps before she let out a hiss of pain.
Shi Yuhuan looked back, eyes riveted on her, as if asking, what happened?
"I took a fall earlier, I think I broke my knee. It hurts!" Song Qinghuan managed to say, biting her lip. Her big eyes wide open, somewhat fearfully looking at Shi Yuhuan, her foolish appearance endearingly innocent.
Shi Yuhuan, half-smiling, mocked her, "Weren't you very brave just now? How come I didn't hear you cry out in pain then."
Song Qinghuan bowed her head, looking at her knee, staying silent. She thought to herself, her pants hadn't torn, only scuffed. Her knee shouldn't be that badly hurt.
Suddenly, her body was lifted skywards, then nestled within a broad embrace.
