Zhou Qi carried Xiao Rou to the sofa and sat her down, just like he did last time at the cinema, kneeling on one knee on the floor, gently picking up Xiao Rou's foot to take a look.
Xiao Rou was already stunned, until another wave of sharp pain came from her foot, pulling her back to reality.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
Xiao Rou was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.
He, however, breathed a sigh of relief; there were no broken bones, just a strained ligament.
"Do you have any ice?"
"In the fridge, there should be some."
Zhou Qi grabbed a pillow and placed it directly on the floor, then put Xiao Rou's foot up on it, and went to the fridge to find some ice, quickly making a simple ice pack and bringing it over.
The touch of ice against her ankle, the instant flood of cold and pain made Xiao Rou start doubting her existence.
Biting her lip, she stared hard at the ceiling, determined not to let herself cry.
