"So much blood—"
Yu Lingqian hadn't finished speaking when Mu Anran started crying again. She shook her head, "It's not me, it's... it's Brother Ling—"
It was only then that Yu Lingqian noticed the person lying on the hospital bed was actually Ling Li.
His handsome eyebrows were furrowed, and seeing Mu Anran's eyes swollen from crying, irritation slowly emerged in his heart.
Outside the hospital room, Mu Anran covered her face, squatting on the ground, "If it weren't for me, Brother Ling wouldn't have been hurt like this. It's all my fault!"
Yu Lingqian looked down at her, "Didn't the doctor say there's no life-threatening danger?"
Mu Anran choked up, "Although there is no life-threatening danger now, the doctor also said that if the knife went two centimeters deeper, Ling Li would have undoubtedly died!"
Thinking about this, she was terrified.
Ling Li was her childhood sweetheart; she had always treated him like her own brother.
