Zhuo Junyue supported her shoulders, looking at her nervously, "Wife, look at me, do you know who I am?"
Su Ningyan rubbed her head, only feeling a bit dizzy.
She looked at Zhuo Junyue puzzled because at that moment, his gaze was as if he were looking at an idiot.
"Husband, I'm fine, just a little dizzy in the head."
Hearing this, Zhuo Junyue was still concerned, "Then do you have any pain anywhere else in your body? Huh? If it hurts, you've got to tell me."
She shook her head, involuntarily looking up.
She remembered. At that time, she wanted to take a break to catch her breath.
But somehow, when she stepped down, she fell through.
"Husband, I remember now, when I fell, those vines wrapped around me, and I was swinging like I was on a swing, and my head got hit."
Zhuo Junyue breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
It seemed that the little guy's head hadn't been damaged.