Rescuing her was something he did without a second thought.
Jian Ran: "..."
Jian Ran, trembling, stretched out her small hand to search for the source of the man's injury. Her gaze reached the stone steps nearby, where Han Siming must have just collided.
"Han Siming, you're bleeding, I... I'll take you to the hospital."
Jian Ran's voice was trembling badly, as there was too much blood.
There was a fleeting illusion that Han Siming's tone was weak and powerless as if his vital signs were fading away.
"As long as you are alright... it's good."
Han Siming managed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Although he was injured, her safety was all that mattered to him.
Han Siming fell onto Jian Ran weakly and said in a feeble voice.
"Ranran, I... owe you an apology... Sorry, I don't know if it's too late to say it now."
Jian Ran: "..."
Jian Ran, looking at the man who had fainted on her, was surrounded by the pungent smell of blood, and her face turned extremely pale.