Suddenly, a violent spasm shot through his right thigh, and the color drained from his face.
Shanshan had been grinning widely, but her smile vanished the moment she saw what happened.
She gasped and hurried over, crouching down to gently touch Ling Anxun's thigh.
"Uncle."
She whispered, her voice laced with obvious concern.
"Your leg isn't better yet? Does it hurt really, really bad?"
'Such a nice uncle… why does he have to suffer like this?'
The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached for him, and she subconsciously clutched the hem of her dress.
"This little bit of pain is nothing."
Ling Anxun forced a smile, his face a little pale.
He forced himself to sit up straight, not wanting to look weak in front of the child.
"But look at you. Your face and hands are covered in scrapes. All dirty and red… does it hurt? Should Uncle take you to the hospital?"
"Shanshan's not hurt!"
She tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling brightly.
