"Let's go." Lu Yan glanced at Song Nuan: "I'll take you back. You can't stay here for long. Your brother-in-law and the others will be here soon; they'll handle this."
Song Nuan nodded and lifted her foot to leave, thinking she could bear the pain, but as soon as she took a step, she fell forward.
Lu Yan quickly supported her.
Song Nuan naturally grabbed Lu Yan's arm—strong, muscular, seemingly radiating warmth.
As soon as she regained her balance, Song Nuan immediately let go.
Lu Yan was slightly taken aback; the proximity felt a bit close.
But adults like Lu Yan wouldn't be embarrassed or sentimental over such trifles.
"Can you walk?" Lu Yan looked at her foot. "Sprained it?"
"Yeah." Song Nuan replied quietly. She usually didn't like troubling others and handled many things by herself whenever possible.
But now she realized there were plenty of things she couldn't resolve alone.
"I can't walk." She said.
