Seeing that there was no annoyance on Dan Hanjie's face, she breathed a sigh of relief, quickly prepared the medicine, and left the room.
"I told you I'm not going to die."
Dan Hanjie tightened his grip on her hand, pulling Qin Youxuan to his side. His dark eyes were profound as they fixed on her.
"You might as well kill yourself then." Qin Youxuan snapped irritably, yet her heart ached uncontrollably.
She wanted to break free from his hold but feared hurting him. In the end, she meekly let him hold her hand.
Her cheeks were puffed up in annoyance, making her look like a pouting frog.
"If I die, I'm afraid no one will take care of you. I'd be worried." Dan Hanjie's voice was calm but caused an inexplicable heartache.
"..."
Who asked him to take care of her? She could take care of herself.
Qin Youxuan turned her head, not wanting to look at him.
"Why don't you ask?" Dan Hanjie suddenly spoke, his dark eyes emanating a deep glow.
"..."
