Chen Yuan's head was spinning from the fall. He stared blankly at the sky for a moment, feeling like his hearing was gone. It was as if he'd been plunged into a vacuum.
"Junior! Are you hurt? ...I'm so sorry, I zoned out. I'm really, really sorry." The frantic sound of Lu Yiyi's voice followed a flurry of footsteps.
Hearing her voice, Chen Yuan's head instantly cleared, and he abruptly sat up straight.
"The artwork! Is the artwork we were moving okay?" He pushed himself up from the ground and scrambled over to the piece, which had also been thrown onto the grass. He picked it up and inspected it carefully. A fiery, stinging pain flared up in his leg, but Chen Yuan didn't even glance at it.
'Damaging a precious exhibit would be a disaster. Besides, since Liu Tingyue and the school administration entrusted this to him, he would see it through, no matter how resentful he felt. He'd always been that stubborn and meticulous.'
