Jiang Yanshen was worried when he saw her coming over and wanted to walk over to pick her up. He had just taken a step when his entire body fell forward.
"Ah Yan…" Lin Qingqian hugged him with both hands, her eyes filled with worry and mist. When she looked down and saw that his abdomen was still bleeding, her heart broke.
With a trembling hand, she took off her coat and wanted to help him cover the bleeding wound.
Jiang Yanshen shook his head with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't touch… it's dirty…"
His voice was weak, and his face was as pale as paper. He looked at her with a loving expression and pursed his thin lips. "Qianqian… don't be afraid…"
"Stop talking!" Lin Qingqian shouted anxiously, her tears falling unknowingly. She covered his wound with the clothes in her hand and turned around to shout, "Chen Mu, Auntie… Someone help…"
