"It's not like this, it's not like this." Xiao Yihe acted as if he'd gone mad, shaking his head frantically with empty eyes. He completely forgot the reason he'd come to see An Lan, then bolted outside. Running too fast, he slipped—there was a loud smack—and fell heavily to the ground.
An Lan sucked in a breath, touched her face with one hand, and thought to herself, "That fall must've been painful. Xiao Yihe's face is probably ruined now, isn't it?" Thinking it over again, she figured whether his face was ruined or "cosmetically adjusted" didn't make much difference.
Xiao Yihe climbed up from the ground on all fours, but perhaps because the icy patch was too slippery, he struggled several times before managing to stand up—then fled awkwardly.
