Lu Ming did not bring a driver, so he sat in the driver's seat. Mu Ran sat in the passenger seat, and Lan Xin helped Lin Yin sit in the back.
Lan Xin looked at Lin Yin's bleeding right hand and couldn't help but tear up.
"It must hurt a lot, right? Little Yin, bear with it. We're almost there." Lan Xin's tone was obviously a little choked up. She thought about how Lin Yin was only 17 or 18 years old and how terrible it must be to be frightened like this.
Lin Yin looked at Lan Xin, who was about to cry, and comforted her softly, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt."
Lin Yin was not lying. This pain was much lighter than the injuries she had suffered in her previous life.
In her previous life, she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, but no one cared about her life or death. Now, she had only injured one hand, but so many people cared about her. Lin Yin was actually very happy.
