Yan Luoxi lowered her gaze and drank her milk, speaking softly: "Some time ago, I spent time with her. Initially, I thought she was really annoying, but last night she didn't hesitate to take the bullet for me. Han Zheng, you said I don't need to feel guilty towards her, and yes, I don't feel guilty, but I do feel grateful."
Yan Luoxi paused for a while, then continued: "If she hadn't stepped in to save me, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you right now. What I can do for her is to donate 350cc of blood, but beyond that, there's nothing else I can do."
Han Zheng quietly watched her. He had always liked her, and in the past, he didn't understand why. Now he knew that what he liked was her strong sense of right and wrong.
"I understand, but you don't need to blame yourself too much. It was her duty."
Yan Luoxi knew that Han Zheng said this to make her feel a bit better. "Han Zheng, do you know? Before she fell unconscious, it seemed like she called me 'sister.'"
