These things, he thought, it would be better for her to tell the Ruan Family herself.
"Alright, you should go to sleep as well, oh, let me see your hand, are you hurt?"
"Jiaojiao is hurt." Xiu Xi shook his head; his thick skin could hardly be injured, only Ruan Jiaojiao had been hurt, the red mark swelling in the middle of her little hand.
"I'll put some medicine on her later, you go wash up and sleep." Ruanlin Family checked his hand briefly, made sure there were no injuries, and then let him go.
After Xiu Xi left, Ruanlin Family carried an oil lamp to find the medicated oil, opened the mosquito net, and carefully spread open Ruan Jiaojiao's little hand.
Ruan Jiaojiao was indeed raised very delicately, her little palms soft and white. Ruanlin Family usually couldn't bear to let her carry even a bowl, and now her palms were covered with long red marks that truly pained her heart.
