When Qiao Anhao heard Lu Jinnian's voice, her brows slightly creased. She came to the realization that the only reason why she hadn't felt any pain from her fall from the swing was that she was on top of someone.
And that person was... Lu Jinnian? He rushed over to save her?
From the bottom of her heart, in that instant, Qiao Anhao was bewildered.
Seeing that Qiao Anhao's eyes were still shut, Lu Jinnian didn't make a move. He couldn't help but reach out to gently pat her face. That was when he discovered the red, bloody trickle going down her forehead.
Lu Jinnian felt like something had ruthlessly clutched his heart, and his fingertips suddenly trembled. Anxiety and panic climbed through him, his mouth gaped open, but he couldn't speak.