A sense of inexplicable sadness weighed heavily on her heart.
On the road leaving the cemetery, she didn't let Zuo Xingyun support her and walked ahead, holding up her dress with one hand.
Zuo Xingyun followed closely behind to ensure that he could catch her the moment she might fall.
She didn't notice that Zuo Xingyun's attention was always on her; she was only focused on taking each step carefully.
But she had underestimated how slippery the newly grown moss after the rain could be.
The delicate leather shoes on her feet could not grip firmly, and without paying attention, she fell right into Zuo Xingyun's arms.
She felt embarrassed for a moment, quickly steadied herself, and continued walking forward.
Zuo Xingyun seriously tried to comfort her, "This moss is too slippery, it's difficult to walk on."
Xiang Wan: "..."
Her face turned red with embarrassment.
On the car, Zuo Xingyun asked her, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Xiang Wan nodded, "Mm."
