Back at Eighteen, I Won't Try to Save the Second Male Lead Again

After the car accident, my bloodied hands reached for the hem of Song He's pants. "Save me, Song He." Holding Li Zhiwei in his arms, Song He looked down at me. "I'm sorry. Zhiwei's forehead is bleeding. I have to take her to the hospital first." With tears in my eyes, I looked at him. "I'm your wife. Are you sure you want to abandon me for her?" "If it weren't for me back then, you might not even be alive now." He shook off my hand. "Xu Nuo, you can't be so selfish. Zhiwei's head is injured. What if she's hurt her brain?" "Besides, you were the one who chose to save me back then..."