Aunt Tong helped her sit down on the sofa and brought over a first aid kit to treat the scrapes on her hands and face. As she was applying the medicine, seeing the pain make Yan Luoxi wince, she frowned and said, "How did you get hurt so badly? You rely on your face to earn your living, what if you get a scar?"
Yan Luoxi felt a surge of sadness, and tears almost rolled down her cheeks. "Aunt Tong, it's alright, these are just minor scrapes, they'll heal in a couple of days. I'm young, my skin has a strong regenerative ability."
Aunt Tong looked at her and felt that something was off with her demeanor.
"Madam, why were you at the back mountain so early in the morning?"
"Just taking a walk."
"The back mountain hasn't been developed; it's like a primeval forest. What if you get lost? Next time you want to walk, just do it in the yard. Look at all these injuries, it's so heartbreaking." Aunt Tong nagged as she applied the medicine.
"Mhm." Yan Luoxi felt like crying again.
