Han Liubai took a few breaths and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "If I don't block it, you'll… be disfigured."
Lin Qingqian pursed her lips and said, "So be it. I don't care."
"I… care." Han Liubai tried his best to open his half-closed eyes and look straight at her.
Lin Qingqian was stunned. Before she could react, he said in a difficult voice, "You saved my life."
Lin Qingqian's heart trembled. "I've said it before. It was just a casual gesture. You don't have to take it to heart."
Fortunately, he had only injured his back. If he died because of this, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.
As for what Jiang Yanshen would do if she was disfigured, she couldn't care less.
If Jiang Yanshen couldn't accept it, it only meant that their relationship was nothing more than that.
Han Liubai's breathing was weak, and his eyelids kept drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.
