Fangxi felt something trickle down her face and feared for the worst.
Her eyes began to twitch from the thought of a nosebleed, and as if the heaven is against her, Yin Anhao began to murmur.
"No... No... No..." Her voice was so low, that anyone could easily miss it if they didn't pay close attention.
Yin Anhao was sitting on the ground with a broken nose, bleeding profusely.
"An... An..." No matter how much she called out, the girl on the floor was crying and her nose bleeding.
"What a poor girl... It must hurt right?" Yuxi's question broke their gaze from Anhao to her. "How much does it hurt? A lot? A little? Aishh..." Yuxi paused, flashed the girls her usual blinding smile. "Take that as my Christmas Gift to you." She pointed to the two girls. "You, and you. Oh, I forgot, Deng Yue, do you also need my gift?"