She stumbled and ran over, not bothering at all about the black sedan that had quickly disappeared on the road.
"Si Ye, how are you doing?! You can't be hurt, don't scare me!" Chen Zhi hurriedly lifted his head, shouting with a trembling voice, unaware of the tears streaming down her face.
The man furrowed his brows tightly, and seeing her tear-stained face, he suddenly felt some emotion.
"Stop crying, I'm okay, I think it's just my leg that got hit."
"Really?" Chen Zhi asked anxiously. She was so afraid he was hurt. At this moment, she realized that she cared about him, liked him, more than she had imagined.
Si Ye's leg had indeed been hit, with just a minor fracture, and there was no harm anywhere else. Thankfully, his injuries weren't severe, which reassured Chen Zhi quite a bit.
In the hospital with a cast on, Si Ye needed to rest well, and it was estimated that he would not be able to go to work for several weeks.
