As he said this, he held her tightly with one hand and untied the rope on her wrist with the other. Xian Zihao looked at the red mark on her wrist, which had blood oozing out from it. His eyes were ice-cold, but when his gaze turned to Jiang Ruolan's face, his gaze gradually warmed up.
Qin Gengxin let the thugs go and quickly walked to the bedside to look at Jiang Ruolan, only to see that her eyes were staring at him without blinking. Her hands and feet had already regained their freedom, but she seemed powerless to move, with a layer of mist in her eyes.
"Jiang Ruolan?" Qin Gengxin frowned and tried to touch her. His hand was shaking. Jiang Ruolan's body shuddered in that instant as she curled herself up into Xian Zihao's embrace.
