She looked up upon hearing the voice, and seeing his slightly impatient expression, hurriedly stepped down the stairs and walked toward him.
"Ah!"
Perhaps she moved too hastily, for as soon as she stepped down the first stair, her foot suddenly slipped, and losing balance, she slid toward the ground!
Her wrist and hand were already injured, and instinctively, she tried to brace her fall with her hands. This exertion made her hand hurt even more, her face turning pale as cold sweat broke out!
Qin Feimo was still a bit far from her position, and as he watched her slip, despite wanting to rush to her side immediately, the crowd delayed him by a step.
"Are you okay?" He squatted down, helping her up from the ground, the urgency in his dark eyes unmistakable.
Feng Jinglei frowned and slowly stood up with his support.
But as soon as she stood, a sharp pain shot through her ankle, making her involuntarily clench, breaking out in cold sweat.
