“Can you get up on your own?”
Chen Xiaolian walked until he was standing before Qimu Xi and looked down at her before slowly reaching his hand out to her.
Qimu Xi stared at him with widened eyes. She hesitated a little before reaching out with her hand to accept Chen Xiaolian’s hand and climb up.
“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Chen Xiaolian gave the girl a glance. Her eyes were red and there were tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. However, despite the aggrieved expression on her face, she shook her head.
Chen Xiaolian’s gaze was attracted toward the part of her clothes that were torn. There seemed like a white… he quickly moved his gaze away. Qimu Xi noticed where his gaze was resting upon and she blushed before swiftly putting both hands on her chest.
“Take this.” Chen Xiaolian tossed a coat to her without turning his head.
The coat belonged to Chen Xiaolian and was too big for Qimu Xi.
