Xiao Yue said, "I'll ask the family if there's any medicine for injuries." With that, Xiao Yue walked into the house.
But Qiao An limped toward Xing Chen's' house.
Xing Chen was working in the living room, holding the herbs he had dug up from the mountain and then crushing them into powder in the alms bowl. Qiao An stood at the door and asked him for help. "Brother Xing Chen, do you have any hemostatic medicine?"
Xing Chen, who had been in a daze for a long time, suddenly looked up when he heard this voice.
Seeing the scrape on Qiao An's arm, he stood up anxiously.
"Are you hurt?"
Qiao An limped in, then sat on the wooden bench beside him as if she was at home. "The mountain road is not easy. My bike skidded."
Xing Chen suddenly held her hand and raised her arm. His heart ached when he saw a large bruise.
Qiao An smiled at his concerned expression.
