He Zhiyao turned his head at the sound.
He saw Qin Shuang kneeling on the ground, her expression one of sheer terror as she looked towards him.
Not far behind her, Chen Anxin also seemed shocked, her bag having fallen to the ground as she covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide as bells.
He Zhiyao's eyelids twitched.
He paused for two seconds before hurrying over to Qin Shuang, bending down preparing to help her up, "Where did you fall? Are you hurt?"
Today, for the wedding, she was wearing a champagne-colored dress that came to her knees. Falling so heavily onto the courtyard's stone slabs was bound to leave abrasions.
He Zhiyao tried to pull her up but couldn't budge her.
"Qin Shuang?" He Zhiyao asked, puzzled, "Come on, get up."
Tears began to stream down Qin Shuang's face.
He Zhiyao became somewhat panicked, still not understanding what was happening, "What's the matter? Stop crying and get up..."
