Everything happened too fast.
The woman couldn't react in time.
When she saw the man raise his foot and realized what was about to happen, the woman could barely breathe.
Bao Bao!
Stop!
Her mouth fell open.
But no sound came out.
"Bao Bao, are you hurt anywhere?"
The woman loosened her arms around the child a little and stepped back.
With earnestness, care, and a hint of urgency, she looked her child up and down.
She didn't know whether the man's kick had hit her child just now...
Hurt?
The child shook his head in confusion.
"No."
He answered honestly.
Why was Mom asking if he was hurt?
The child looked puzzled.
"You're saying you're not hurt..."
The woman took the hand hanging at the child's side.
"Look, you've got a scrape."
Her face was full of concern.
She'd thought it would be like the bruise on the child's forehead earlier, at worst leaving a little mark.
She hadn't expected his skin to be broken.
That showed just how hard the child had struck out a moment ago.
She hadn't expected things to turn out like this.
The woman gently rubbed the back of the child's hand.
"Bao Bao, does it hurt?"
The child immediately looked aggrieved.
"Mom, it hurts."
He obediently held out his hand.
He acted cute for the woman.
"Blow, blow~"
The woman gently blew on the wound on the back of his hand a few times.
"Pain, fly away."
"Pain, fly away..."
"Does Bao Bao feel any better?"
The child wiggled his fingers.
It seemed... "A little better."
The child smiled.
"It doesn't hurt as much."
"Mom is amazing."
The woman chuckled.
"As long as it doesn't hurt as much."
It was only a small scrape...
"It'll