"Don't."
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Yang Jialing and repeated the same two words.
Her usually sweet voice was tinged with a slight hoarseness.
Yang Jialing froze for a moment.
"Oh, right."
Yang Jialing nodded awkwardly.
A few seconds later, she came to her senses. "Your foot—"
"My foot's fine."
Lu Xiaoxiao glanced instinctively at her own foot.
"Then..."
Yang Jialing pressed her lips together.
"Why are you crying?"
If it wasn't because her foot hurt, why was Little Deer crying?
Lu Xiaoxiao: ...
The atmosphere in the hospital room grew tense.
Yang Jialing suddenly smiled.
"Little Deer."
"Let go of my hand first."
"I won't press the call button."
"I promise."
Huh?
Lu Xiaoxiao looked down.
Only then did she notice that her hand was still pressed against Yang Jialing's arm.
She immediately let go.
A flash of discomfort crossed her face.
Yang Jialing pulled her hand back.
Then she shook it gently.
"Little Deer."
Yu Yuer wasn't going to let Lu Xiaoxiao off the hook.
"You still haven't answered Lingling's question."
She reminded Lu Xiaoxiao.
"Why are you crying?"
Yu Yuer clearly repeated Yang Jialing's question.
"If it's not because your foot hurts, then what is it?"
"Little Deer, if you don't tell us, we'll call the doctor over."
"I don't want you trying to tough it out."
Yu Yuer said, sounding somewhat "threatening."
She hated it when people tried to tough things out.
If they could just explain what was going on, why did they have to assume they knew best and be vague or even hide things?
The doctor had already said she was fine.
If her foot hurt, they could ask the doctor to check again.
It was that simple.
Why make things so complicated?
Lu