Luo Qi didn't wish to bother Ye Ranran. Throughout their journey together, she had already helped her immensely. Without Ye Ranran, she wouldn't have made it this far.
But apart from Ye Ranran, she really didn't know who else she could turn to for help.
Ah Chuan? Luo Qi dared not even think of it.
"What did you say?" Ye Ranran doubted if she had heard wrong.
How could that sensible young boy, who solely desired to earn money to support his sister, be lying in the operating room now?
"Ranran, I beg you, can you help me?" Luo Qi pleaded.
She was truly desperate, if there had been any other way, she absolutely wouldn't have reached out to her.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it." With her uninjured left hand, Ye Ranran gently embraced Luo Qi.
Through Luo Qi, Ye Ranran saw her former self—lonely and rootless like a wandering duckweed, ceaselessly drifting with no place to anchor.
It was Jun Mochan who had given her a home, who had held up a sky for her.