He was Tang Yuchen, the man she despised, the demon who caused her such pain.
How had she ever mistaken him for a prince?
An Ruo coldly stared at him. When Tang Yuchen met her eyes, he was momentarily stunned before smiling and asking, "Finally decided to wake up?"
She didn't respond to him, but instead looked around and realized she was lying in a hospital.
Recalling the scene where An Xin had tried to harm her, her pupils shrank, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal both pain and hate.
"I didn't die, did I?" she asked him faintly.
Tang Yuchen tightly gripped her hand, his eyes crinkling with a smile, "That's right, you didn't die. I snatched you back from King Yan himself. So without my permission, you won't be able to die."
An Ruo coldly withdrew her hand, her gaze icy, "Why is it you who saved me?"
The man's brows knitted slightly, "What do you mean? I save you, and this is your reaction? Can't even say thank you?"
