The instant the volleyball hit him, Jiang Xun cried out in pain and clapped his hands over his nose, tears springing to his eyes.
Seeing this, Chu Xingye took half a second to react before jumping up and rushing over, only to discover that his uncle had already run over ahead of him, reaching Jiang Xun first.
Fu Yanli gripped Jiang Xun's arm. Seeing him covering his nose, his eyes misted with pain, worry and concern surfaced on his face. "Did it hit your nose? Let me see."
"It hurts..." Jiang Xun felt something warm trickling down inside his nose and immediately tilted his head back. "I think... I think it's bleeding."
No sooner had he spoken than bright red blood seeped between his fingers.
"It's all right, don't be scared. Don't tilt your head back. Lean forward."
Fu Yanli soothed him gently. "Be good. Move your hands and let me see."
Only then did Jiang Xun take his hands away from his nose. It had turned red from the impact, and blood was still streaming down.
A young man and woman hurried over. "Sorry, we're so sorry! We didn't mean to hit you. I have tissues!"
Fu Yanli frowned slightly but said nothing. He simply took the tissues and wiped the blood off Jiang Xun's face, then raised a hand to pinch the sides of his nose. "It's all right. It'll stop soon. Stay still for now."
"Xingye, go get a bottle of water."
Chu Xingye had been standing beside them for a while without being able to help. At those words, he immediately answered and hurried back.
A few minutes passed before Jiang Xun's nose finally stopped bleeding. Fu Yanli carefully washed the blood off his face with the bottled water. "Does it still hurt?"
Jiang Xun's eyes