Yan Qinghan hurried to Yan Chuxia's side, helped her up from the ground, and anxiously checked her condition, "Oh dear, little one, are you okay? Did it hurt when you fell?"
"It hurts...!" Yan Chuxia's big round eyes were filled with tears. She extended her palm towards Yan Qinghan while looking pitifully at Xiao Bai.
Seeing the palm of Yan Chuxia's hand injured, Yan Qinghan blew on it tenderly, "Oh dear, the skin is broken! See, you shouldn't have run. Now you've hurt yourself! If I had known, I wouldn't have brought you here!"
"Luckily, I brought some antiseptic. Let me apply some for her!" Guan Nuannuan quickly took a small bottle of antiseptic out of her backpack, then opened the cap, dabbed some on a cotton ball, and carefully applied it to Yan Chuxia's wound.
