Qin Sisi sat disheveled on the ground, her thin clothing insufficient against the autumn chill. She dropped her head, nose stinging with regret.
He had left just like that? Not even giving her a chance to explain?
Suddenly, a familiar voice entered her ears: "What's wrong?"
Qin Sisi looked up in surprise, meeting Ye You's radiant, purple eyes. She felt simultaneously elated and despondent. The fleeting hints of anxiety and unease in his gaze, she wasn't sure if it was just her imagining things.
"I've sprained my ankle," Qin Sisi murmured. She didn't want to blame Ye You, though she did feel somewhat aggrieved.
"Does it hurt?" Ye You asked softly, extending a paw to gently press on Qin Sisi's ankle.
"It hurts..." Qin Sisi couldn't help but groan, casting a resentful glance at Ye You before lowering her head again.
Ye You withdrew his paw, sighing in resignation, "Let's head back first."