Living in a military family, Lin Ruonan didn't think Old Mr. Lin's education was problematic. She had always looked up to Mu Xingfeng, whom she admired, leading her to excel in combat skills but be lacking in life skills.
There's no denying that this is very much like Mu Xingfeng.
"Ruonan, you don't need to do this." Mu Xingfeng knew Lin Ruonan felt self-blame and guilt, but what was done was done. If it had been someone else, he still would have shielded his comrade from that bullet.
"Xingfeng, don't say more. This time, the fault is mine. Just let me care for your injuries until you recover and leave the hospital. It'll make me feel better." Lin Ruonan said, her eyes reddening.
Mu Xingfeng closed his eyes slightly, "Ruonan, although I took a bullet for you, I also know that it was you who brought me back when I was severely injured. You don't have to blame yourself so much. I saved your life, and you saved mine in return."
