Hearing this, An'an realized what was going on. She was really stupid just now; she actually forgot about this thing.
But, is he really okay?
An'an still asked worriedly, "Are you really okay?"
"Yeah, really okay!" Xue Zhiyi nodded, reassuring the young girl, but in reality, his whole body was in pain.
An'an is quite naive, and since Xue Zhiyi said he was fine, she believed him and stopped crying. She quickly asked, "Did you gather the herbs?"
"I did." Xue Zhiyi took out the box from his chest to show An'an.
But An'an immediately saw Xue Zhiyi's scraped hands.
Her little face instantly twisted into a knot, glaring at Xue Zhiyi, and demanded, "You still say you're fine?"
Knowing his hands had been discovered, Xue Zhiyi had no choice but to reply, "It's nothing serious, it'll be fine in a few days!"
But this time, An'an wasn't as easily fooled as before and directly rushed out of the house.
