"I did want to find my sister, but I didn't carry a phone, and she changed her number, which I haven't memorized yet. The situation was urgent at the time, and if Tang Song didn't receive a blood transfusion immediately, he would die—there was simply no time to delay…"
She contemplated all possibilities, but she still didn't gamble.
What if, just one minute late, Tang Song couldn't be saved? What then?
She didn't want to live a life full of regret and guilt, even though she knew that donating blood would endanger the baby.
Gu Yixuan's gaze remained cold, and after staring at her for a while, he asked calmly, "I just want to ask you one thing, did you know that donating blood would lead to a miscarriage?"
Mo Ran's pupils dilated sharply, and her hand subconsciously loosened his.
Gu Yixuan already knew the answer and scoffed in cold rage.