Thinking of the hardships he might have endured recently, her tears flowed in streams, impossible to contain!
"Does it hurt a lot? Xiaojiu, don't cry, let me have a look. Does your head hurt more, or is it your foot that hurts more?"
Well, actually, it was her heart that hurt more!
"Xie Mingcheng, you've suffered, haven't you..." Like someone drowning seizing a lifeline, she clung tightly to his neck, yet pressed her face firmly into the crook of his shoulder, speaking in a muffled voice.
Xie Mingcheng walked rather slowly, reached the bedroom, and gently sat her on the edge of the bed. Then, while squatting down to take off her shoes, he carefully examined her slightly swollen ankle, honestly answering, "I'm a soldier, aren't I? Suffering is pretty normal! Don't worry about me, let me see if you've twisted your ankle!"
"Mm!" Feeling a bit embarrassed, but Xing Xiaojiu didn't struggle!
