"Mom, it hurts...ah, it hurts! Mom!" It was Wang Erya's voice.
Lin Xiaoyue's expression changed, and she quickly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Aunt Wang's voice quickly came from the courtyard.
"Aunt Wang, it's me!" Lin Xiaoyue quickly said.
The door opened, and Lin Xiaoyue immediately saw Aunt Wang, who had a worried face and red eyes.
Not far behind her was Wang Erya, half of her face and hands red and swollen.
"What's going on?" Lin Xiaoyue quickly asked.
After she entered, she quickly walked towards Wang Erya.
The poor girl's eyes were filled with tears. The side of her face, and her eyes were red and swollen. Her right hand was also swollen, with no less than two wounds on it.
"She was stabbed by a black locust thorn! I just took some alcohol to disinfect her wounds. She couldn't take the pain, so she was crying…it's my fault, I shouldn't have let her pick the thorns." As Aunt Wang spoke, she used her sleeve to wipe her tears.
