Ye Jian walked towards her, reaching out her arms to hug her lightly. Unable to communicate using Tibetan, she could only express herself by using body language.
Although having been through elementary school, Yang Jin was not familiar with Mandarin. She hugged Ye Jian lightly too while her gaze was fixed on the unfamiliar stranger. She looked at him curiously till the man smiled at her, before getting flustered and looking away.
"She hurt her back, you would need to be more gentle." Xia Jinyuan stood behind both of them and smiled. Using Tibetan, he struck a conversation with Yang Jin. "Next, I would need to treat her wound."
The only words Ye Jian could understand were 'thanks' and 'sorry'. Just as when she was about to get Yang Jin to help her, the passionate Tibetan lady chanted a string of scriptures and held her prayer wheel before leaving the tent swiftly, like a butterfly.