The old lady of the Nan Family pulled Jiang Mei to Nan Sichen's side.
Nan Sichen glanced at Jiang Mei. He remembered Jiang Mei, but only gave her a fleeting look without speaking.
Jiang Mei gracefully walked to the front of Nan Sichen's hospital bed and called out, "Young Master Nan, I am Jiang Mei. Actually, the old lady was mistaken, it wasn't me who was your savior, but you who were mine. If it wasn't for you pulling me out of the fire back then, I would have died there long ago."
"To be honest, it was I who brought harm to you..." Jiang Mei bit her lower lip, with tears glistening at the edge of her lashes, appearing delicate and pitiful. She already had a sweet and demure look, and pretending to be pitiful truly stirred compassion in others.
Nan Sichen was suddenly a bit confused, "I risked my life to save you?"
"Yes." Jiang Mei bit her rosy lower lip, "Thank you, Young Master Nan."
