"Huanhuan, does it hurt? Don't be afraid, let me take you to the doctor…" Zhancheng said, concern in his voice.
Song Qinghuan struggled, pushing him away with one shove.
Luckily, her ankle wasn't severely twisted. She took a step and ran off to the right.
Zhancheng was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his senses and hurriedly gave chase. He quickly caught up to Song Qinghuan, luckily they were no longer at the main entrance, so she wouldn't feel too embarrassed.
"Qinghuan, listen to my explanation," Zhancheng no longer tried to pull Song Qinghuan along. He walked quickly beside her, looking at her with sorrow and dimly lit eyes.
Song Qinghuan kept up her brisk walk, half-walking, half-running. When she finally got to an area where no one was around, she abruptly stopped, and addressed Zhancheng fiercely: "Zhancheng, you're an adult now. Can you stop being so immature, can you be a little more grown up?"
