A low whimper came from Fo Lanying; she was truly in great pain, but she continued to endure it.
Si Yihuan's face turned pale, too scared to look. If it were her, she would certainly scream loudly from the pain.
Finally, the trap was pried open, and Fo Lanying tossed it aside, gasping in pain with tears streaming down her face.
"Are you... are you feeling any better?" Si Yihuan, not very familiar with her, still felt sympathy seeing her in such pain and wanted to comfort her but didn't know how.
Her hand raised and hesitated, finally resting on Si Yihuan's back, gently patting it like coaxing a child, "It's okay, it's okay."
Her awkward but sincere gesture reminded her of how her mother comforted her in the past when she was unhappy.
After patting for a while, she hurriedly took a dagger, cut a strip from the inner garment, took out a small bottle of medicine from her body, and applied it to Fo Lanying's wound before bandaging it up.
