"Why can't I mention him, what's wrong with him?" Song Qinghuan became anxious, her eyes gradually welling up with tears.
Thinking about how he was stabbed by that man to save her, oh my god, nothing could have happened to him, right?
Si Xiangbei, you are such a fool. Why are you always so nice to her? Knowing that your kindness and sacrifice for her would not be reciprocated, why are you still so persistent, even to the extent of risking your own life to protect her?
Honestly, Song Qinghuan didn't want Si Jianan to be too good to her. That would make her feel indebted.
"You are overthinking, he is not dead," said Jin Lin, giving her a glance. "Si Jianan's injury is not serious. He was recuperating in Q City, and he should have recovered by now."
Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me, I thought something had happened. If he's fine, then why can't we talk about him?"
