Seeing Ye Weiwei about to harm herself, Xiao Jinghan didn't think twice and rushed over to offer his arm to her.
Then the stick landed on Xiao Jinghan's arm.
Ye Weiwei's strength was not small to begin with, let alone in her sleepwalking state. With one strike, Xiao Jinghan truly felt pain, even having the illusion that his arm was nearly broken.
He thought it was over and that Ye Weiwei would go back. However, he saw her put down the stick and walk directly towards the small canopy on the rooftop, curling up there like a wounded little animal, hugging her legs, her shoulders and limbs trembling.
Seeing this, Xiao Jinghan hurriedly went over to hold her.
It was as if she had found warmth, she leaned her head into Xiao Jinghan's chest, rubbing hard, then muttered in a sleep-talk, "Don't hit me anymore, I'll be good."
Xiao Jinghan's heart twitched suddenly, as if a knife had been violently stabbed into his chest.
What had the little guy gone through?