"No need to thank me. Actually, you were implicated because of me and that's why Xingtian..."
"Ke Ren, why don't you take Kangkang to rest? I can handle things here by myself." She interrupted her with a smile, and Lan Keren naturally understood her intention.
She smiled and said, "Alright, I'll come and relieve you tomorrow morning."
She knew that if she asked An Ruo to rest at this moment, she definitely wouldn't go, so she'd persuade her again the next day.
Everyone had left, and the room was now only occupied by An Ruo and the comatose Tang Yuchen.
Staring at the man in deep sleep, An Ruo held his hand, quietly and deeply looking at him. In the past, she always complained that heaven sent a demon to torment her, and she wished for Tang Yuchen's death.
Now she realized that meeting him was the greatest blessing of her life.
This responsible, accountable, and very strong man could shelter her from the storms; he was her greatest reliance in both mind and life.
