Sensing Yun Jian’s gaze, Lin Xuan felt a chill zipping down her spine and shuddered.
“Oh no, Yun Zhu, you’re hurt! You’re bleeding!” Duan Li cried and timidly pulled out a tissue from her pants pocket to pull Yun Zhu’s hand to her so she could wipe it.
Duan Li had called him Yun Zhu since the start because she felt that the closest way she could address the boy was by calling him straight by his name.
“Sss…” Yun Zhu could not help hissing when he felt Duan Li wipe his bleeding palm with the tissue.
It was definitely painful. To prevent his whole body from crashing to the ground, little Yun Zhu had cushioned all the momentum with only one hand just now. It meant that all the pressure and weight from his body was fully received by that one arm during his fall. It was already commendable that the boy did not let his head thwack against the ground.
Feeling Yun Jian’s murderous gaze, Lin Xuan shrunk but retorted self-righteously, “D-do you have to look like this? It’s not like he’ll die. Who’s never fallen before?”
What she said turned Yun Jian’s gaze more piercing but the latter was not in the mood to take revenge on her for Yun Zhu.
Mo Sen who came running from a distance away saw what happened and told Yun Jian automatically, “I’ll go fetch the first aid kit.”
He went inside the house as he spoke while Yun Jian squatted down to check on Yun Zhu’s injury quietly. Silence was the forewarning to Yun Jian’s rage—the quieter she was, the more her anger was burning on the inside.
Si Yi crouched down beside Yun Jian as well, causing Lin Xuan to be more jealous as she watched.
“Xiao Zhu, does anywhere else hurt other than your hand?” Yun Jian tugged Yun Zhu’s palm for a glance as she asked.
“Other places don’t hurt,” Little Yun Zhu answered as he got up with the help of Si Yi who held his other hand that was not wounded. The young man also helped pat away the dust on Yun Zhu from plopping down on the ground just now.
Retrieving the first aid kit speedily from the house, Mo Sen ran back to them. Since he had gone into the house for the first aid kit, Qin Yirou was perturbed when she saw him and quickly went out with him to check what happened.
As Qin Yirou came out, Lin Jiahao and Shentu Lian followed promptly.
At the same time, Yun Jian was treating Yun Zhu’s wound. She cleansed little Yun Zhu’s palm and put a bandage over it to prevent infection.
“Jiejie, I feel better. It’s not painful anymore.” Afraid that Yun Jian would be worried about him, little Yun Zhu said waving his hand, as if to prove that his wound really did not hurt anymore.
“Mn.” Yun Jian nodded before tucking away the items into the first aid kit.
Acting as the runner, Mo Sen took the first aid kit to send it back into the house for Yun Jian while she stood up side-eyeing Lin Xuan.
Shuddering again from Yun Jian’s gaze, Lin Xuan shouted at her indignantly, “Wh-what are you staring at? It’s not like I did it on purpose!”
Lin Xuan clearly did it on purpose. She had panicked when she saw Yun Jian and Si Yi going into the car just now and wanted to go after them. It was unexpected that Yun Zhu made his way over from the side, so she ran straight ahead into Yun Zhu without even thinking.
“Not on purpose?” Yun Jian arched a brow.
Simultaneously, Qin Yirou, Lin Jiahao, and Shentu Lian came out from the inside.
Taking a step forward, Yun Jian threw a harsh slap that sent Lin Xuan toppling to the ground right in front of everyone.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose too.”