After a long time, he let go of her lips, stared at her pale face, stretched out his hand and stroked it gently: "Jian Ran, don't you value your own life at all?"

Jian Ran raised her hand and punched him: "Who said I don't care about my own life? It's just that I don't have time to think so much at that moment. If I had more time to think about it, I definitely wouldn't do that. "

Qin Yue stared at her delicate face, brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, and lowered her head to kiss her forehead: "Jian Ran, you are not alone, I will worry about you if you are injured."