Inside the car.
Xia Xiaonuan sat in the back, Nangong Yaoling half-lying in her arms, his head already simply bandaged. The car was speeding towards the hospital.
She looked at the man in her arms, feeling a kind of unprecedented fear enveloping her body.
"Nangong Yaoling...you...you idiot, you won't be in trouble, right? You can't die..." Tears fell drop by drop, splashing onto the man's exceptionally handsome face.
She didn't even know why she felt so scared, so terrified and sad.
Once, clearly, didn't she wish for his death?
But why...why now, with him really in trouble, does her heart feel so much pain, so much suffering?
