The pain from the scraped skin on the hand was actually the least of Zhu Yu's concerns. However, looking back at the child who was rushing to pick up the fallen dress from the ground, urgently embracing it before even dusting it off, with a face ashen white, Zhu Yu felt an indescribable sadness within.
The farmer saw the dress was already covered in dust and reached out his hand to help the child pat it off. Yet the child, like a startled bird, suddenly shook and avoided the father's hand. He turned around and ran into the house, as if afraid that his precious possession might again be snatched away.
Watching the child's retreating figure, the farmer sighed and, feeling a bit embarrassed, said to Yan Daoxin, "It's really unfortunate, encountering such an incident... the child is frightened right now. I'll bring him over again later for you to continue checking his pulse."
