A small child crashed hard. Her chin hit the asphalt and blood went everywhere. Her little bicycle became intertwined with her left leg and she was unable to get up. I saw this all happen from about 200 meters away as I rode towards the accident. The pain from the fall didn’t reach her lungs until I was just close enough to jump off my bike and pick her up to access the damage. I bent down to lift her to her feet and out poured the most majestic scream, probably a combination of a completely foreign face, an honest shock, and the self-realization of intense pain. Blood began gushing out her chin. She couldn’t help herself – her left hand instantly smeared a long thick line of dark fresh blood from her chin to her nose and into her eye. She looked at me in a whirlwind of chaos – and said, 你是誰 (who are you?)
