If anyone felt the most guilt for Zhao Zhuangshi's injury, it was definitely Yu Xiangqin.
He was injured trying to save her, and her heart ached even more than her own wounds.
Yu Xiangqin, covering her face with her hands, cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, her wails heart-wrenching, rivaling those of Widow Zhao.
While she was crying, Lin Nianhe lifted the quilt to examine her ankle, which got injured a second time.
It was her right foot that was hurt, with the ankle area bruised and swollen. Miao Hongqi had already rubbed some medicinal liquor on it, but Lin Nianhe blocked the view with her bag and took out a plaster specifically for bruises and sprains from her space and applied it on Yu Xiangqin.
After doing all this, she patted Yu Xiangqin gently, interrupting her crying: "Enough, stop crying. Think about some serious matters."
Yu Xiangqin, in fits and starts, cried even harder, her head aching all the more.
