Ou Zun, seemingly oblivious to her resentful gaze, asked her considerately, "Little Darling, does it still hurt?"
Mù Qiānxún turned her face away and covered herself with a pillow, indicating she did not want to see him.
Rejected by her, Ou Zun looked disappointed. She ignored him, so he turned to Mu Yang.
"Her condition..."
"The dislocated bone has been realigned, she's fine now. She might still feel some pain, or maybe not. It's up to her to tell. If it hurts, she should apply ice to reduce the swelling when she gets home."
Ou Zun nodded hastily, "I got it."
Then Ou Zun started to help her up, "Let's go home so you can put ice on it."
Mù Qiānxún was angry and shook off his hand, then slowly climbed up from the bed. She didn't dare to jump up right away, after all, she had just sprained her back. Even though it didn't hurt anymore, she still felt somewhat apprehensive.
Her movements became unconsciously gentle.
