Under the shade of the tree, Mo Qian gently lifted the girl's chin and saw the injuries on her face under the moonlight.
The night was tranquil. The warm atmosphere between Mo Qian and Zhuang Xian was heartwarming in such an intoxicating atmosphere. It was a beautiful and gentle scene.
"Does it hurt?" Mo Qian's eyes were filled with pity as he said softly.
Zhuang Xian slowly regained her senses. She turned her head and looked at the center of the basketball court, where the lights were gathered. "It doesn't hurt."
Initially, when the old man and Li Qin asked her, she said it didn't hurt, and Zhuang Xian felt something. However, when Mo Qian had asked her so gently, with his eyes full of pity and heartache, Zhuang Xian couldn't take it anymore. The small wound behind the gauze started to hurt slightly, which was strange.
