Ye Ranran blinked her eyes, twice in succession.
"Husband, we should leave quickly. It won't be good if the police arrive," Ye Ranran stated decisively once she snapped back to reality.
The tension in Jun Mochan's chest as he hung in there finally eased. He nodded in agreement, "Mmm."
The movement just now had reopened his wound, blood soaking his scarf red.
"Don't move, I will help you walk." Ye Ranran took most of Jun Mochan's weight onto herself.
Ye Ranran was a bit regretful, she could not carry Jun Mochan, otherwise she could carry him away.
"Do you think I'm useless?" Ye Ranran struggling to support Jun Mochan, step by step moving forward: "Should I go and take some training in the military?"
"No need, you're doing great already, I don't want you to change anything about yourself because of me."
In Jun Mochan's heart, Ye Ranran was the best. Even if others thought ill of her, in his heart, she was the best.
"You know, I... "