At the entrance of the hospital's emergency room, people continually come and go. Xiaoyu sits in a corner of the long bench, curling her frail body, small and isolated as if a tiny beast apart from the bustling world, lonely and helpless.
Ling Chengyan quickly walks over and calls, "Xiaoyu."
Xiaoyu looks up and sees her sister. The suppressed fear and grievance suddenly surge, instantly reddening her eyes: "Sister..."
Ling Chengyan reaches out to hug her, patting her shoulder to comfort: "Don't be afraid, it's okay now."
"Sister, Hongbing's head was injured by getting hit. It was my fault; I didn't protect him..." Xiaoyu quickly controls her emotions, looking up with reddened eyes.
Ling Chengyan touches her head: "I asked just now, Hongbing isn't seriously hurt. Stop the bleeding and rest for a few days, and he'll be fine. Don't blame yourself; it's not your fault."
