Bu Xianxian's stomach twisted into a knot upon hearing his words. She had been dreading and avoiding that topic, though she wasn't sure if she could escape it.
She hugged his arm tightly and said, "Once you've recovered, I'll take you to look for your family. Do you know why I saved you?"
"Because you're a kind person."
She chuckled and said, "Of course not. It's because I've never seen a man like you and thought you were really special. Although you were filthy and disheveled with blood all over your face, I had a feeling that you were the man of my dreams."
"The man of your dreams? How superficial of you to be judging someone by the way they look," Jin Qingyan criticized her although he knew what she meant.
"So, you ought to be thankful that you're good-looking. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have brought you home with me if you were an old fogey. After all, we're just as helpless too."
"I should really be thankful that I'm young too…"
