The little girl clung to Gu Yanchen, and Mo Ming had no choice but to let Gu Yanchen accompany her as well.
Upon getting into the car, the little girl's crying gradually subsided as she gazed out the window with newfound curiosity.
Unperturbed by the gory wounds, her eyes moist yet she smiled as she pointed outside the window to Gu Yanchen and said, "Brother Yan Chen, look, there are so many little birds!"
Gu Yanchen glanced at her, after the car had already passed by, then said in a distant tone, "Those are pigeons."
Startled, she turned her head to ask him, "What's a pigeon?"
Gu Yanchen raised his hand to stroke her head, smoothing her messy hair, and asked, "Why did you come over just now?"
She turned her head to look at the wound on his arm and said matter-of-factly, "It doesn't hurt me, but it does hurt you."
Seated in the front, Mo Ming paused when he heard this and turned his head to glance over.
