Even today, when she learned Beiming Han was in danger, she forgot whether she possessed the ability to save people. All she knew was that he couldn't die.
"No matter what! Once again, you risked your life to save me. I owe you two lives... I still can't believe you have no feelings left for me." Tang Rongling didn't dare to wait for her response, not wanting to hear her confess love to another man.
Gu Qingxin was stunned for a moment when Tang Rongling pushed the wheelchair and left.
When Bai Qianqian entered, she cast a disdainful look at him, quickly walking to the bedside she asked, "What did he say to you this time?"
"It doesn't matter anymore." Gu Qingxin gave her a smile.
"Oh, your poor little face all burned like a roasted lamb leg, and your hair even worse."
Gu Qingxin, "..."
Could she stop rubbing salt into her wounds?
