Just like yesterday, the rain suddenly came pouring down again.
Seeing that her grandson hadn't made it home before the downpour, and remembering that he hadn't been in the best shape when he left...
The old woman couldn't stop worrying. She grabbed an umbrella and hurried outside.
She hadn't expected to see her grandson running toward her in the rain just a few steps from the door.
Before she could call out to him, she saw him trip and fall...
Her voice instantly rose into a distorted, shrill cry.
"Lele!"
The old woman crouched beside her grandson.
"Are you all right?"
"Did you hurt yourself?"
"Where are you hurt?"
"Lele..."
The old woman was so worried that she could barely get the words out.
She wanted to reach out and pull Lele up, but she didn't know where Lele was hurt and was afraid of touching the wound.
Lele's eyes grew hot.
Something spilled out.
"...Grandma..."
The tearful call made the old woman's heart ache even more.
But she didn't think much of it.
She just assumed Lele was crying because the fall hurt.
The old woman comforted her grandson.
"It's all right."
"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"
"Grandma will put some medicine on it in a bit. It'll stop hurting soon."
"Come on."
The old woman didn't worry about anything else.
She reached out to grab Lele's arm.
"Let's get you up first."
"Can you stand?"
Lele braced herself against the ground with her hands.
A sharp pain shot through her knee.
Lele looked down.
Thin streaks of red spread outward with the rainwater.
The old woman saw it too.
"Oh, dear."
"You scraped your knee."
The old woman was at a loss.
With her knee injured, Lele couldn't get