Everything happened so fast that when Qin Yue wanted to save Jianran, she had been thrown onto the flower bed beside the road.
Qin Yue could do nothing but watch the thin woman being thrown out and crash to the ground.
He watched helplessly, and could not even make a sound. The collision seemed to have hit his heart, banging and smashing all the organs.
Jane lay on the green lawn, red blood gushed out of the ferocious wound on her calf, fell on the green lawn, bright red and delicate like a blooming peony, but Jane was like a decadent cattail, teetering and crashing to the ground.
Qin Yue's heart sank, he clenched his fist on his side, ran to Jianran quickly, picked her up and put her gently in his arms: "Jianran, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital right away."
When Jane heard Qin Yue's voice, she took a flick at the corner of her mouth. She didn't know whether it was the pain or whether she wanted to pull out a smile to make Qin Yue feel at ease.