With a sobbing voice, she apologized to Ruan Chi, "Brother Chi, I'm sorry, I didn't know it would turn out like this."
On the way here, Ruan Chi had already understood the situation.
Of course, he knew if anyone was to blame, it should be him. He hadn't even noticed Yang Xiaona's weakness, so how could he blame Ruan Jiaojiao?
He shook his head, "It's not your fault, stand up first." As he spoke, he held Ruan Jiaojiao's arm to help her up, but as soon as she straightened her legs, she trembled and stumbled back down.
She was genuinely scared, to the point where her legs felt weak.
Right now, her mind was filled with the image of Yang Xiaona lying in a pool of blood, especially when she thought that the blood might belong to her unborn little nephew, she had no strength to stand up.
It was only late April, the weather hadn't completely warmed up, let alone the cold, hard floor. Ruan Jie picked her up from the ground and placed her on a bench in the corridor.
