"Yuji, wuu wuu wuu... Yuji, Yuji..."
Looking at the swollen, red cheeks of Qin Yuji and the thick layers of gauze wrapped around her neck, Qiao Xinran was both heartbroken and filled with self-reproach, her tears falling nonstop.
Qin Yuji smiled and reached out her hand, softly saying as she held hers, "I'm fine, aren't I? No more crying, okay?"
Based on the flight arrival time in M City, Qiao Xinran had called Qin Yuji, only to be met with a message that her phone was off. When Qiao Xinran tried calling Chi Jingxuan, no one answered.
By the time Chi Jingxuan finally picked up the phone, Qiao Xinran could tell from his terse summary that something perilous had happened during the past day and night.
Scared out of her wits, Qiao Xinran had dashed to the hospital immediately, and now, seeing Qin Yuji in this condition, she felt it was all her fault.
