"It's me. I'm Qin Yue, your Qin Yue." Qin Yue hugged her up and left.

"Qin Yue, what are you doing?" Jian Ran pushed him, but her body was so weak that she lay limp in his arms.

"I'll take you home." Back at their home, he would never let her stay outside alone, never let her suffer alone and write about loneliness.