Yu Zexiao thought it made sense, so he turned a corner and carried her to the sofa.
As soon as they sat down, he couldn't wait to examine her ankle, tightly wrapped in bandages, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Her ankle had been treated on the day it was sprained. These past few days, she had kept it wrapped in bandages with medication, and the condition wasn't very severe. Besides, she could still walk around a little, as long as she didn't have to lift anything heavy.
But Yu Zexiao thought about how he had bullied her in the car earlier that day and realized why her expression had been so pained.
Reflecting on this, he felt a surge of regret and immediately said, "Let me have a look."
As he spoke, he held her tightly, bent down, and checked the injury.
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Although she kept saying she was fine, Yu Zexiao still bowed his head and carefully unwound her bandages, turn by turn.
