Bang!
The steel lampshade crashed down, hitting Tong Ran squarely on the back. She winced in pain, "Ah—"
The two fell to the ground together, Luo Xiao startled and reached out to hold her, "Xiao Ran!"
The lampshade clattered to the floor.
Luo Xiao propped himself up and helped Tong Ran, "How are you, are you hurt anywhere?"
"Let go..." Tong Ran shook her head. Her back hurt terribly, probably bruised. She opened her eyes, "You shouldn't care about me."
Luo Xiao's hand froze.
"We are enemies now," Tong Ran said, enduring the pain, a sarcastic smile curling at her lips, "You should be hitting or cursing me."
"Xiao Ran..."
"Are you not in pain?" Tong Ran shifted her body back, her hands cuffed inconveniently. She had to lean against the wall to stand up, "Do you hate Uncle so much that you don't care about his life or death?"
Luo Xiao choked up, the simplest questions are often the hardest to answer, "I... I don't want to feel hurt in front of you."
