He probably asked her something. She didn't say anything, so he quickly spoke up again. "I'll take you to the hospital."
With that said, he reached his hand out, wanting to carry her.
His fingers just about touched her arm when she snapped to her senses. She suddenly shifted her body back and quickly shook her head. "No thanks. I'm fine," she replied.
Han Zhifan felt empty-handed.
He stared at his own fingers and forcefully pursed his lips. He wasn't annoyed by her rejection. Instead, he was a little impatient as he softly said, "Then let me take a look at it."
This time, when he finished speaking, he didn't give her any chance to dodge him and removed the hand covering her ankle.
It was just as she said. Although her ankle was incredibly red, it wasn't severely twisted. He was afraid it would be difficult for her to walk for a while.
