Lu Xian knew he was at fault, knowing well that the young girl was delicate, yet he still hid here to scare her.
He first pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, then coaxed her as he took her hand away: "Let go, let me take a look."
Ruan Jiaojiao obediently let go of her hand, hastily wiping her tears with her hands. Her nose wasn't hurting as much anymore, so her tears stopped as well, but she was still feeling aggrieved, glaring at him: "Brother Xian, why are you hiding here to scare people?"
"Yes, yes, it's my fault, I shouldn't have scared you." Lu Xian sighed, seeing the little girl's nose all red, feeling helpless himself. He didn't know if his chin was too hard or the young girl was simply too delicate; just one bump turned into this.
