The light turned on, and Zhou Qi saw the shattered light bulb on the ground, along with the scattered shards. He furrowed his brow slightly, "Besides your foot, is there anywhere else that's injured?"
"No..."
Xiao Rou hadn't finished speaking when her hand was already picked up. There were two small cuts on her palm, fine and tiny ones that you couldn't see unless you looked closely.
With Zhou Qi looking at her like this, Xiao Rou remembered that she'd seemed to have been pricked by the broken glass earlier.
But it really didn't count as a wound, and Xiao Rou hadn't paid it any mind. However, Zhou Qi still noticed it sensitively.
"Do you have a first-aid kit?"
Xiao Rou nodded, "It's on the cabinet."
She pointed casually, and on the bedroom cabinet sat a small pink box with a red cross in the middle—it was clearly a first-aid kit.
