He didn't know she would become like this, he didn't know…
Gu Jiao gently took hold of Xiao Hen's icy fingers, "She will get better."
Xiao Hen grasped Gu Jiao's hand as if he had caught the last ray of light and sanity in the darkness.
His emotions gradually calmed down.
"Yes, she will get better."
He placed the medicine basket on the table.
Neither of them let go of each other's hands, looking at one another, they both said at the same time, "Your foot—"
One was sprained, the other was cut. It hadn't seemed too apparent at first, but after standing for a long time, both their feet had swollen considerably, almost bursting their shoes.
"Let me see."
"Let me see."
The two said in unison again.
Gu Jiao curved her lips slightly, "It's alright, I've already applied medicine."
"I did as well," said Xiao Hen.
Despite their words, they both insisted on checking each other's injuries.
