Sprained Her Ankle
The man put her down gently on the ground.
However, Zhang Li Xue was still in her trance and did not stand up properly. She slipped and gasped as the pain was stabbing her ankle.
The man wrapped his arms around her waist again. His expression showed his concern. "Are you alright?"
Zhang Li Xue took a deep breath to calm down. "I'm fine." As long as she could sit down and maybe rest for a bit, she would be alright.
"Li Xue!" Both Mao Xin Yi and Zhuang Li walked over anxiously. Their expression changed slightly when they saw that a man was wrapping his arms around her friend's waist tightly.
This... what was going on?
Their pose was a little ambiguous, wasn't it?
The crowd started to build around them. The women who gathered to join the bouquet toss turned around to look at the situation.
Zhang Li Xue tried to stand up on her own, but her ankle was in pain. In the end, she could only lean on the man again.