Dongfang Han clearly saw that Jiang Junxi's face changed slightly after she had asked this sentence, and even his silence wiped out the last gleam of hope in her heart as she slowly looked forward to it.
"Are you going to die for Zhang Zichu?" she asked him.
After a long silence, he finally opened his mouth, looking at her with a complicated expression, "If you knew he was a killer and your enemy... would you still want me to save him?"
There was a moment of silence, Dongfang Han did not answer.
However, Jiang Junxi understood the look in his eyes at that moment, and he also understood. He was so angry that he grabbed her shoulders with one hand, and his eyes were as terrifying as people: "You already knew? Zhang Zichu's identity?!"
Dongfang Han still didn't finish speaking, but his expression was very complicated.
"Dongfang Han!" Seeing her still reluctant to speak, Jiang Junxi's voice couldn't help raising, "What are you hiding from me? Or do you really like that man and are tempted by your enemy?"
"I told myself time and time again that I should never be merciful to this person. But whenever I face him, my original decision is involuntarily shaken. It's like now that I know that Rick is you, I don't know what to do. I accept it all in a heart... Why are the three of us here now." Dongfang Han's voice was filled with a faint daze.
Yeah, why is that. Why should I meet them, why should she have their memory, why these people have to disrupt her life, can't she let her go
"Enough! I don't want to listen to your reasons anymore." Jiang Junxi shouted to Dongfang Han, "These are just excuses for avoiding, aren't they? You just never want to let go of yourself!"
"No, I don't have any reason to let go of all this." Dongfang Han replied in an unusually firm voice, "You don't know what kind of faith I hold until now. You don't understand Jiang Junxi!"
After speaking, she shook his hand away, walked out of bed and did not wait for Jiang Junxi to stop drinking her, then turned and left without looking back.
Jiang Junxi was so angry that he slammed a punch on the bed under him. On one side was his beloved woman, and on the other was the long-cherished wish that his foster father had to fulfill before he died. He is the one who is more difficult to choose than anyone else. Isn't it...
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Dongfang Han had just left the room when the phone in her pocket rang.
"Dongfang Han!" After answering the phone, she was taken aback for a moment when she heard a familiar voice coming from the other end.
"You know, news of Zhang Zichu's accident." Zhuo Lin asked her solemnly.
Hearing this, she paused for a while, then lowered her head before saying: "So you know..."
Zhuolin paused, seeming to notice something wrong with the voice on the other end of the phone, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"
Dongfang Han's eyes trembled lightly, but did not answer.
Zhuo Lin's voice immediately became tense: "Dongfang Han, where are you now? Tell me, don't you worry me."
She was silent for a while before she said: "I don't know what to do now. Zhuo Lin, tell me, to Zhang Zichu... Do I care or don't care?" The tone seemed a little helpless, which is also her number one. She spoke to others about her helplessness again.
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then he said: "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you. You can hide from others, but you can't hide from me." Because I know you well and know you better than anyone else, you can't deceive me. .
Hearing this, Dongfang Han was stunned. Then the voice showed a bit of helplessness: "Are you the roundworm in my stomach that people often say?"
"What roundworm? It's so disgusting!" Zhuo Lin was obviously dissatisfied with her description of herself. "In short, I still said that no matter what your decision is, I will support you, and you must not forget your promise to me. No matter what happens, you must return to me without incident."
"Dongfang Han, I am waiting for you."
The last sentence seemed to finally calm Dongfang Han's mood. She turned her head and looked out the window at the cloud-opening sky, and raised her lips slightly. After a long time, she said softly, "Ah, I understand. Thank you, Zhuo Lin."