"If it wasn't for our past relationship, I wouldn't bother saving you. But even that can be exhausted, and when that day comes, we will be strangers," Ye Ranran said with difficulty as she struggled.
Song Ze's behavior was indeed outrageous, but she truly couldn't just leave him be.
Ye Ranran had always acted on impulse. If she couldn't let go, she might as well save him to avoid any regrets.
But being a good person really wasn't easy.
By the time Ye Ranran dragged Song Ze to the road, she was completely drained.
Her clothes were covered in dust, and she was filthy, looking as though she had just crawled out of the ground.
Perhaps even the heavens thought she was a pitiful sight, and it started to rain.
The rain, neither too heavy nor too light, blurred her vision and chased away the last bit of warmth from her already cold body.
Ye Ranran bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood, which kept her from fainting.
She stood in front of Song Ze, her eyes wide, staring ahead.
