Xu Jiayan led Jiang Yuan by the hand that was not injured out of the snack street, the girl's eyes fixated on his wounded arm: "Brother Yan, your hand is still bleeding."
"No worries!" Xu Jiayan's jaw was tense, his dark eyes misty, a coldness lingering in his brow.
"Are you angry?"
The girl looked at him weakly, tugging at his sleeve and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have disobeyed you. I just got too bored staying alone in the hotel."
Xu Jiayan stopped walking. "I'm not angry." He should have guessed that this girl wouldn't just stay quietly in the hotel; it was just that he couldn't control his emotions when he thought about how she could have been injured.
As they passed by a pharmacy, Jiang Yuan stopped.
"What's wrong?" Xu Jiayan turned to look at her.
"Wait for me a second." Jiang Yuan let go of his hand and ran into the pharmacy. She soon came running out with alcohol, gauze, and other items in her hands, then pulled him to sit down by the roadside.
