Wei Anning knelt beside Gong Ting, who had fallen into a coma from excessive blood loss. She carefully held him up, "Gong Ting, don't sleep, wake up, don't sleep."
Why are you so foolish?
Knowing that I cannot return your feelings, you still want to save me. Gong Ting, you cannot die, you must not die!
Leng Youchen pressed his thin lips tightly together, knowing that this was no time for pettiness. He strode over and pulled out a cotton handkerchief, pressing hard on the wound bleeding on Gong Ting's waist. Blood instantly stained the handkerchief red. He pulled Wei Anning's hand over to press on the handkerchief, "Press tightly. Let's go back to school first."
He took Gong Ting from Wei Anning's arms and held him up. "Go back to school, quickly."
His voice had a calming effect. Wei Anning wiped away her tears and quickly followed him, running back to the school.
