I don't know when the rain stopped outside, Dongfang Han put away his umbrella and got off the taxi, and walked on the way back.
When passing the bustling commercial street. She stopped subconsciously and raised her head to look at the Italian restaurant next to her.
Seeing a pair of men and women standing on the open-air balcony upstairs, I couldn't help feeling a trance.
She seemed to recall the scene of having dinner with that person that day.
It's just that she now understands that there are many things that can't go back to the past. Whether it's her, Zhang Zichu, or Jiang Junxi...
When she was about to turn around and leave, suddenly a football rolled from behind to her feet.
"Sister, I'm sorry! Can you kick the football over?" At this moment, a few seemingly young children shouted to Dongfang Han not far away.
She looked down at the football under her feet, then lifted her foot to control the intensity and kicked it.
"Hi!" A boy caught the football in one hand, smiled and said thank you to her, then turned around and continued to play with his friends. However, when the children left, the person who was blocked by them began to attract a lot of attention.
His handsome face, sunny image, and prominent reputation are destined to attract everyone's attention no matter where he goes.
In fact, Dongfang Han was only slightly surprised by the appearance of Zhang Zichu, but he didn't have much reaction.
When he walked toward here, the street quieted down for a moment. After a while, the voice gradually recovered. I could faintly hear some excited laughter, excited eyes, and the voice of wondering if he was a certain star.
Under countless flashing shots, he walked to her and stopped, and whispered: "Xiaohan..."
Dongfang Han hadn't heard of it, and withdrew his gaze indifferently, then turned and left. Zhang Zichu was startled, and immediately chased after him.
"Xiaohan, I know you are still complaining about me. But in such an emergency, I can't help but do that. I don't want to see you hurt."
Hearing this, Dongfang Han suddenly stopped again, turned around and looked at him, with a chill in his eyes: "Don't want to see me hurt? I can't accept your kindness!"
Zhang Zichu was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
"What have you been doing with me? Don't you think it has caused me enough trouble?" Dongfang Han looked up and coldly glanced at the passersby who were taking pictures of them with their mobile phones. She didn't know who Zhang Zichu was. Not deliberately, but if this incident makes the headlines tomorrow, she will become very troublesome.
"Can't you like you? I just want to be with you." Zhang Zichu's voice was faintly melancholy.
"Like it? Do you want to continue to use me, continue to throw me around."
There was a bit of sarcasm in her tone.
"I..." He looked sad: "I have never thought about it like this."
"Then don't think about it, don't try to get anything from me, I will never like someone like you!"
This sentence seems to be clear, to be engraved in his heart.
He has always thought that if he doesn't give up, one day she will understand his heart and accept him. But at this moment, I suddenly discovered that it turned out that what he did was in vain. She was getting farther and farther away from herself.
Standing in a daze, watching the figure go further and further away.
He laughed at himself abruptly, this is really, two different worlds.
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After Dongfang Han left that street, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief without seeing the person behind her continuing to catch up.
However, when she was about to walk past a jewelry store in front of her, suddenly the door of that store opened automatically. After several people walked out of it, talking and laughing, the head of the person looked at Dongfang Han and was stunned for an instant. Almost two eyes gleamed, and an excited voice blurted out from his mouth: "It's you!"
Dongfang Han frowned slightly, his eyes seemed to flash into impatience, how could he encounter this straw bag here.