Ji Qingwu stared, dumbfounded. "You… you're supposed to go outside, right?"
Zhao Mingyan crossed his arms. "I'll have to carry you out in a bit, so I'd just have to come back in."
Seeing that he really intended to wait, Ji Qingwu said quickly, "I can walk. I'll get out on my own."
Zhao Mingyan said, "Who was it just a moment ago, crying with tears in her eyes about how everything hurt, how her legs were weak and her back was sore? I've already checked, Ah Wu. You're definitely hurt. Don't be willful."
Ji Qingwu's face flushed crimson, partly from frustration and partly from having to hold it in. She tried to shoo him away fiercely.
Her finger trembled as she pointed at him. "I'm really not badly hurt anymore. Just get out, quickly."
Zhao Mingyan asked skeptically, "Really?"
Ji Qingwu said urgently, "Really! You can check again later if you don't believe me." 'The priority is to get him out of here so I can finally get some relief.'
