"What's wrong?" Xia Yiwan asked urgently.
Si Mo took a deep breath, looking down at his foot, "It felt like something jabbed me just now. My foot hurts a little."
"Did you step on a nail or something?" Looking at his suddenly pale face, Xia Yiwan asked anxiously.
Si Mo lifted his foot to check. There was nothing there.
"It was probably a small rock on the road just now." Si Mo caught his breath and said.
"Let's rest and catch the next bus," suggested Xia Yiwan.
"I'm fine. I said I wanted to catch this bus," Si Mo grabbed her hand again, smiling as he pulled her forward to run.
Seeing that he was alright, Xia Yiwan also started smiling.
Laughing like two children, they jogged towards the bus.
As the bus started moving, Xia Yiwan curiously looked outside while Si Mo began to describe the buildings along the road, in hushed tones.
