Su Miaomiao stood still, not moving an inch.
Yet Wan Sui was getting anxious, wanting to cover her eyes and take her down the mountain directly.
"Miaomiao, I'll cover your eyes..."
"Don't..."
Su Miaomiao, with a face full of resistance, pushed away Wan Sui's hand and turned to walk back.
But not paying attention to where she stepped, she tripped over a rock and fell to the ground.
She wasn't wearing shoes, and the force with which she kicked the rock was not light; blood immediately appeared on her foot.
"Miaomiao..."
Wan Sui was startled and hurried over to cover her wound.
The crimson blood flowed out, and Su Miaomiao's face turned instantly pale.
The next moment, a pair of gentle hands, carrying the scent of agarwood fragrance, covered her eyes.
Without looking back, she knew who it was.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Su Miaomiao clung tightly to his sleeve, fearing that he would run away the next moment.
"Uncle..."
"I'll be good, can you, please not leave?"
