Lu Jinghan's right hand released the steering wheel, catching Han Xi's slightly cool hand in his large palm, wrapping it tightly inside: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Han Xi turned her head, her clear eyes brimming with crystalline tears. Even though she no longer loved Li Chenghao, upon hearing he was about to die, Han Xi still felt her entire heart wrench in agony.
Throughout the journey, Lu Jinghan ran several red lights, and once the car stopped at the hospital entrance, they both ran towards the lobby together.
At the hospital lobby entrance, Han Siyu was getting off an ambulance, her face stained with blood that had been washed away by her tears, her two hands stiffly raised, stained deep crimson.
Li Chenghao lay on the stretcher bed, his white shirt stained red, his face as pale as paper.
"Xiao Xi, you're here, quickly save Chenghao....."
