After dinner, I walked alone in the small garden, admiring the flowers and plants. I had no idea that there were two people following me.
"Ah!" Suddenly a piece of grass on the ground that was tightly connected to the ground tripped me down because I wasn't walking seriously.
My hand was scratched. I sat on the ground and looked at the scratched area carefully, and blew air there carefully.
"Miss!"
"Miss!" Suddenly two voices came from behind.
I turned around and saw two girls almost as old as me running up to me, then kneeling down and scrambling to pick up my hand and look at it carefully.
What... is this? Who are these two people? Why did they suddenly run out? Are they following me all the way? But why didn't I notice?
"Miss, please tell me where you fell?" A pretty girl with a ponytail asked me nervously.
"Miss, where is the injury? Does it hurt?" Another girl with short hair and regular features grabbed my hand and asked nervously.
I was stunned when I saw their reactions, then waved my hands and said, "I...I'm fine."
I took my hand away, patted the dust on my butt and stood up. I was so unlucky that I could fall down even when I walked! It was so sweaty!
"No! Miss, tell us quickly where you were injured? Is it your foot? Or your hand?" The two girls still refused to give up and held my hand and refused to let go.
"Miss, please tell us! If something happens to you, we won't survive tomorrow! Miss, please tell us!" The girl with the ponytail begged me bitterly and almost knelt down.
"I...I'm really fine! Don't be like this, I'm really fine!" I cried, I collapsed! Wasn't it just that I tripped and scraped my skin? Is it necessary to make such a fuss? Is it a scrape?
Will it cost two lives? It’s really weird!
"What did you... just say that I have a problem and you won't survive tomorrow? Why?" I asked curiously.