However, just when all hope seemed lost, that person appeared.
The woman felt as if she was dreaming, even pinching her thigh several times stealthily as the other approached.
She had never felt as happy as she did at that moment.
The once faint emotions, the feelings that had been suppressed... at that moment, it was as if the god of marriage had drawn them with a thick brush, engraving them deep within her heart.
"Of course I came to save you," he said.
Jiang Shouzhong fumbled for the healing medicine in his embrace.
Ran Qingchen shook her head, "It's useless; the wound caused by that monster is very special. I've used up all the healing medicine I had, and it had little effect. Now, all I can do is rely on time to heal."
Jiang Shouzhong looked at the woman's wound, his heart aching for her, insisted, "Perhaps the medicine you have doesn't work."
Ran Qingchen parted her red lips and, in the end, did not refuse the man's kindness.