"You wait for me here for a while, and I'll be back soon." After speaking, Jiang Junxi immediately turned back to the ward to get the coat that he had forgotten to take out.
When the weather cleared, Dongfang Han agreed to come out with him when he was soaked.
She walked to the pool and looked down at her face clearly reflected in the clear water. She was still the same, with a face long enough to harm the world. Just like the woman said at the beginning, she was destined to be born. Scourge. And in those eyes, there was no longer a ruthless vow to become an Avenger on the battlefield.
Dongfang Han knew that after so many things, he had changed a lot and lost a lot at the same time.
Think about the days in the'Eagle King'. Although she has no identity, she is a monster that some people are afraid of. But in the eyes of Xu Wangai's sister and brother and those comrades in arms, she is just an ordinary child...
She can do what she wants to do, and rush north and south with everyone. Even if you live a life that will lose your life at any time, at least there will be them at that time, and now—
She has become nothing.
Crunch...
The sound of metal rubbing the ground came from behind, making Dongfang Han subconsciously turn her head back. At that moment, she saw someone she had never even dreamed of meeting in this way.
He just sat quietly in the steel wheelchair, his slender hands gently supported the wheels to roll here. When he saw her, those eyes that looked like a pool of stagnant water suddenly lit up, but then quickly returned to dimness.
"Zhuh..."
His throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't say a word. When his eyes touched the motionless legs under him, his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
But Zhuo Lin pulled out a soft smile at her and waved to her, "Come here and let me see you."
"Your legs, your legs..."
She never had the courage to take a step forward.
"The kneecap is broken and I can't stand up."
He spoke calmly, without a wave of sound in his voice, as if he had never struggled or suffered from it.
His figure shook violently, looking at his face that he hadn't seen for a long time. Zhuo Lin is thinner, his face is still that face, the same handsome, but the energetic and cold breath that has been around him before is now gone.
Although he did not show desperate eyes, there was still a look of tiredness on his face.
The magician who has always been proud of his abilities, losing a pair of legs to him... is to be sentenced to death. In the future, his life will become very difficult, and he will even continue to survive because of his own remnant. belief.
"Don't mind, it's just a pair of legs. Am I still alive?"
He seemed to see through her mind and said all comforting words.
Doesn't he know that at this moment, the person who needs to be comforted most is himself
"It's not as good as human skills, and it's not a death sentence."
The whole body trembled, after hearing these words, Dongfang Han's world collapsed completely at this moment.
Finally couldn't help it anymore, she rushed up, knelt down and plunged into Zhuolin's arms to release the depressed mood these days and began to cry.
"I'm sorry... Zhuolin, I'm sorry..."
While crying, he grabbed his collar and shouted hysterically.
"Sorry... You shouldn't have met me..."