The little bun, who was always fair and tender, was now wrapped in various bandages, with band-aids on the face, gauze on some serious parts, a bandage wrapped around the head, and a swollen face. It looked really scary.
It seemed like it should hurt a lot, but the little bun seemed completely unconcerned. He walked up to Tong Yan, stood on his tiptoes, and blew on her face, "The director mom said blowing on it would make it not hurt. Xiao Zhi will blow for sister."
All covered in injuries himself, yet comforting others, Xiao Zhi truly is an adorable and considerate child.
Tong Yan, having had some soup, gained a bit of strength, reached out wanting to check his injuries, but didn't dare to touch, fearing it might affect his wounds. She could only ask with heartache, "Does it hurt?"
The little bun shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, sister hurts more."
