Li Tingyan's dark pupils contracted. He didn't have time to think about what Luo Xia said; he only noticed that Nini had fallen, so he followed and jumped to the side, indeed seeing Nianyang fall straight into a patch of grass.
"Nini!" Li Tingyan's heart clenched as he quickly picked Nianyang up into his arms from the ground.
The little girl was covered in mud, and the hair that Li Tingyan had neatly combed for her was now a mess. Her previously clean face was now smudged black and white.
Fortunately, there was only grass underneath, so Nianyang only had minor scrapes on her shin and arm, nothing serious.
But even these small injuries were enough to make Li Tingyan's heart ache for a year. He took out some wet wipes he carried with him and gently wiped Nianyang's face. "Nini, does it hurt? It's all my fault for coming back too late, making you get hurt again."
