Shu Yu squeezed out of the crowd. Right now, she couldn't care less about who the man was or what was happening to others; her only thought was to check on Sanya.
She carried Sanya to the eaves connected to the backyard, where there was not a soul in sight.
She put the little girl on the ground and saw a few drops of blood on her face, which made her heart quiver. In a soft voice, she said, "Sanya, it's alright now."
While comforting her, she carefully wiped the blood off her face, "Don't be afraid. Sanya is the bravest, right? With your second sister here, there's nothing to fear."
Sanya's face turned red with effort, and only when she was by her second sister's side, smelling the familiar scent, did she suddenly come back to her senses, breathing heavily.
Shu Yu became even more worried upon seeing this. Sanya was so young, and such a sudden and violent incident could be too much for her. She feared it would leave a psychological shadow.
