Being able to come back safely is already a blessing amid misfortune.
"I'm fine. It was just a bump; it healed ages ago." Qin Youxuan casually brushed off the matter of her concussion with a light tone.
At that moment, when she decided to save Dan Hanjie, she hadn't thought about anything else. In fact, she hadn't even thought of her son.
Seeing Dan Hanjie about to jump from the car, her first instinct was that she couldn't let anything happen to him, which is why she had driven so recklessly to block him.
Thinking back now, she didn't regret it, but she was deeply terrified.
Especially at this moment, holding the soft, warm little one in her arms.
Qin Youxuan felt an indescribable pang of heartache.
This time, they were lucky; if it hadn't been so, what would have happened to Tingye?
"Hit where? Are you sure you're okay?"
Su Yiru snapped out of the earlier awkwardness, quickly stepped forward, and carefully examined Qin Youxuan from head to toe.
