Jiang Ruolan did not know what to say, so she had to make excuses and pretend her ankle hurt. Xian Zihao helped her sit up against the headboard and put an ice bag at her feet. "Lie like this and don't move."
As he spoke, Xian Zihao moved the ice bag a little to look at the swelling on her ankle. He seemed to be checking if the swelling had subsided a bit or not.
Xian Zihao gently caressed her ankle. Although Jiang Ruolan still felt some pain, she restrained herself and did not pull her foot away.
"Did you have a sprain before you found me?" he asked suddenly.
If Jiang Ruolan had her sprain after she found him, her ankle wouldn't have been swollen like this, unless she had been sprain for a long time and had been limping around in the potholes.
