Little Lantian came to Chi Zaozao's side, her cheeks still marked with traces of tears, her clothes and pants were also dirty, and she looked quite bedraggled.
Chi Zaozao examined her briefly, then put down her son, walked over to pull her in, and asked anxiously, "Tianian, what happened? Did you fall?"
Little Lantian nodded, "Sorry, Mom, I accidentally got my clothes dirty."
She initially wanted to go straight back to the cabin to let dad change her clothes, but remembered that mom was still waiting for her, so she came over.
"You child, why weren't you watching the road? Let mom see where you fell. Oh my God, your knees and arms are bleeding."
Seeing the injuries on her child, Chi Zaozao's heart was filled with pain.
She quickly picked up her younger son and held Little Lantian's hand to head back to the cabin.
"Does it hurt?" As they walked, Chi Zaozao frequently looked down at her daughter to ask.
Little Lantian shook her head bravely, "It doesn't hurt."
