Qin Jian tightly held An Hao's hand, a surge of inexplicable emotions welling up in his eyes.
An Hao seemed to have already become an inseparable part of his life, like a part of his own body.
If one day, he were to truly lose An Hao, he wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Do you remember now?" Qin Jian's gaze locked on him.
"Mm." An Hao nodded slightly.
"Say it out loud. Let me hear your voice!"
"I remember." An Hao buried his head in Qin Jian's chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the strong rhythm of his heartbeat, "Don't worry. For you and the child, I will take care of myself from now on. Qin Jian, thank you! Thank you for saving me!"
"What? Thank me?" Qin Jian lowered his head to look at An Hao after hearing these words. "Say that again?"
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said?" An Hao looked at Qin Jian, bewildered.
"There's nothing wrong!" Qin Jian's rough fingers hooked her chin as he spoke, "Is your gratitude just going to stay on your lips?"
