Along the way, An Ziqi buried her small face in his chest, not saying a single word, but her tears silently soaked his shirt.
Xiao Moli gently patted her, continuously kissing the top of her head to comfort her.
When they arrived home, Xiao Moli carried An Ziqi inside.
Nuoyan saw An Ziqi covered in blood and was startled, "Ziqi, what happened to you?"
Xiao Yining also stood up nervously, his little face turning pale as paper.
Xiao Moli shook his head, "She's fine."
He carried her directly upstairs to the bedroom.
After running hot water in the bathtub and changing An Ziqi out of her clothes, he gently placed her into the tub.
An Ziqi hugged her legs with her arms, her small body curled up tightly, trembling uncontrollably.
Xiao Moli, feeling immense heartache, held her close as he scooped water and rinsed off the blood stains on her body and hands.
Trickles of red spread through the water.
