"Mommy, …it hurts… it hurts…" Harry was crying in pain, his speech was slurred because of the tears. Xiaojiu was worried he might choke while talking and felt distressed. She went to the fridge and took an ice pack, placing it on his forehead.
"Alright, good boy, don't cry, don't cry. It's all because the sofa was bad. How about we go and beat up the sofa later?"
Harry shook his head vigorously.
"The sofa will hurt…"
Lu Xiaojiu, "…"
She coaxed him for a while, then Harry finally stopped crying, taking a small popsicle and licking it bit by bit. The coolness made him feel much better, not so uncomfortable. Xiaojiu wiped the bloodstains on the floor.
Harry had a fall, but it seemed nothing serious. Lu Xiaojiu, being experienced, wasn't overly worried. After confirming Harry's vision was clear, and there were no other issues apart from the painful swelling, she felt relieved.
