Joshua turned his head to look.
Anaya's head hit the wall, and there were traces of blood oozing from her forehead, which was a stark contrast to her fair skin.
Anaya frowned. But she did not say a word, complain, or get angry.
Joshua's eyes were stung by the bright red blood.
He was the one who pushed her away.
But he didn't do it on purpose.
Joshua clenched his fists. Strong self-blame and all kinds of indescribable emotions filled his entire chest. He felt uncomfortable.
He wanted to go over and apologize, but Lexie put her arms around his waist tightly and buried her head in his arms. She seemed to be scared. "Joshua, thank you. I was really scared by that person who suddenly grabbed me just now."
Joshua was agitated, and he casually comforted Lexie with a few words and was about to go to Anaya's side.
Without waiting for him to go over, the police rushed over and took all the people involved in the matter.