Bo Siyan's dark eyes were fixed on the swollen ankle, clenching his teeth as he stared for quite a while, his hand slowly coming down.
Ning Xia thought he was going to hit her, her body involuntarily shrinking, but instead his hand reached towards her ankle.
"Hiss—." Ning Xia cried out in pain, her foot moving slightly.
"Don't move!"
Bo Siyan grabbed her foot, applying a slight force as he touched it, just as Ning Xia couldn't help but want to curse out loud, he withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "It's not broken."
"...." He wasn't intentionally hurting her, but checking her wound? Was he actually kind-hearted?
Bo Siyan looked up at her tear-streaked face, feeling an inexplicable pang in his heart, yet his voice was still impatient and mocking without mincing words, "Serves you right, you don't cry out when you should, and you make a fuss when you shouldn't."
