Li Xiujie reached for Li Jinyan's hand, "Brother, what are you doing? Let go."
Li Jinyan was consumed with the thought of her leaving him, and his grip unconsciously tightened.
Li Xiujie saw Ling Ruonan in pain, with the veins on her temple bulging, yet she had her eyes closed without saying a word, clearly showing no intention to yield.
He truly admired these two people, each with a temper harder than the other, two stubborn mules.
"Brother, if you don't let go, she might really die, don't regret it later."
Li Jinyan's pupils shrunk, he let go, turned around, and punched the wall, venting all his emotions in another way.
Ling Ruonan leaned weakly on the sofa, coughing and gasping.
Li Xiujie looked at Ling Ruonan; her face was pale with marks on her neck from before, and now the new ones were red and bruised, quite shocking.
He took out cotton swabs and ointment from the medicine box and bent over to treat the marks on her neck.
