This road faced the setting sun, the light somewhat dazzling.
Zhou Li, holding Tuanzi, walked up to Baozi and asked, "Did you twist your ankle?"
"Yes."
"Can you walk?"
"Yes."
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
"Well..."
"It's okay!!"
"Then you guys wait here. I'll go get the car and come pick you up; it'll take about twenty minutes." Zhou Li chuckled, looking at her. "That way, you won't have to walk over, and it's not good for you to ride a bike with a twisted ankle."
"Oh, okay!"
"You should still exercise more when you have free time," Brother Nan said, running back over and rubbing Baozi's head.
"Oh." Baozi brushed Brother Nan's hand away.
"Look at Mianmian and Qian Qian; they didn't fall." Brother Nan covered her head with his hand again, rubbing harder. "I feel like either one of them could take on two of you."
"Stop touching me, Brother Nan..."
"I'm going to keep touching you!"
"..."
