At the sound, the fingers of the person lying on the ground stirred.
Yuan Su struggled to open his eyes.
His vision was blurred, mostly obscured by blood.
But he still made out the person before him.
The girl knelt on the ground, her face drenched in tears, looking utterly bedraggled.
"What are you crying for..."
He tried to raise a hand to wipe away her tears, but the movement pulled at his injuries. His face went pale with pain, and his voice was terribly hoarse. "I'm not going to die."
"How can you still say that at a time like this!"
Pu Yu shouted at him through her tears, fumbling through her schoolbag for the iodine antiseptic and cotton swabs left over from changing her grandmother's dressings.
"Don't move. I'll put some medicine on..."
The hand holding the antiseptic shook so badly that she missed his wounds several times.
Watching her like this, Yuan Su felt a dull ache inside that hurt worse than his injuries.
He reached out and caught her trembling wrist.
"Leave it."
"Go get some water," he said softly. "I want to wash my face."
Pu Yu sniffled and obediently went home to fetch a basin of water and a clean towel.
She carefully wiped the blood and grime from his face.
When the cold water touched his wounds, Yuan Su only frowned slightly, without making a sound.
With his face clean, the boy's handsome features emerged, pale as they were.
Looking at the bruise at the corner of his mouth and the cut on his forehead, Pu Yu felt her tears threatening to fall again.
"It was because of that ten thousand yuan, wasn't it?"
"You used the money meant for your debt to pay for Grandma's surgery," she asked, her voice choked. "That's