His tension, his actions, stirred Xin Xiaoxiao's calm heart once again.
It was as if ripples were spreading across the lake of her heart.
She grinned, playfully smiling back at him, "I just bumped my forehead and chest on a lamppost, it's nothing at all."
As she spoke, she spread her arms and spun around twice on the spot, looking full of energy.
The smile on her face was even more dazzling than the scorching sun on a midsummer's day. Xiang Yiqing looked at her, her bright eyes, her lively figure.
Listening to her crisp voice.
Finally, he could let his heart be at ease.
Yet his face hadn't completely regained its color, still ashen pale.
Noticing something was off, Xin Xiaoxiao stopped smiling, lifted her small face, and looked at Xiang Yiqing's complexion, concerned, she asked, "Why do you look so unwell? Are you sick?"
As she asked, she reached out to touch Xiang Yiqing's forehead.
