Her wide cloak fluttered in the morning breeze, like a butterfly falling from a flower.
"My Lady, be careful?!" Xia Lian exclaimed with a pale face. She hurriedly tried to help Gu Yunrong up.
The food box in her hand fell to the ground. It fell open, spilling pastries onto the floor.
Her sharp voice shot into the sky, shattering the morning silence. Several birds flew in fear.
However, Xia Lian was still a step too late. Gu Yunrong had already knelt on the ground. Her forehead happened to hit the stone block beside her, making a loud thud sound.
"My Lady, your forehead…" As Xia Lian helped Gu Yunrong up from the ground, she looked at her forehead with heartache. The left corner of Gu Yunrong's forehead was swollen red from the impact of the stone block.
Gu Yunrong's hair had also become slightly messy from the fall. A few strands of hair fell to her temples.
