Jiang Huai looked at Yan Xia's swollen wrist. Even though she had applied the ice during the day, it was red and swollen because it wasn't treated in time. There was already a blood clot and it had even turned purple.
Yan Xia's back hit the stairs. Her whole body was numb from the pain, and she could not move.
She closed her eyes to stop her tears from flowing. Her thick, black hair was scattered, and her tears were stuck to her cheeks. Her delicate face was even more pitiful at this time.
Yan Xia had already expected a storm to come and was prepared to endure Jiang Huai's anger.
To her surprise, Jiang Huai bent down and picked up the weak and helpless Yan Xia.
Even Jiang Huai did not expect his anger from Yan Xia's rejection to be suppressed by her tears. He felt a sudden heartache.
Almost subconsciously, he gently picked her up.
