Zhang Ling fought the urge to pull her into his arms, asking softly, "An'an, are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?"
Qiao An shook her head. "No, I'm just... tired."
Zhang Ling unconsciously clenched his fists, his voice strained. "Are you really not hurt? If not, let me take you to the second floor for a check-up, you—"
Chapter 38