Lu Qingyan was walking mindlessly, still thinking about the embarrassing thing she did.
"AHH!"
When she finally came back to her senses, a scream suddenly came from the crowd in front of her.
Heads turned, students gasped, and Lu Qingyan's eyes shot forward just in time to see a small figure—no more than nine years old—faceplant on the cement, entangled with a pink, beat-up scooter.
The boy's clothes were dusty, his cheeks smudged with dirt, and yet he didn't even cry. He just blinked, stunned, then slowly turned his head toward the person he had rammed into.
Lu Qingyan followed the girl's gaze, and only then did she realize that the person the little girl ran into was Lin Ruoyu. She was the one who had screamed just now after being hit in the waist
