They saw that Dongfang Han was already standing at the door, frowning slightly.
Dongfang Han had been sleeping for a long time because of his physical exhaustion before. Later, she was awakened by the sound outside. When she was fully awake, the conversation between the two had ended, and Dongfang Wuyue could not stop Dongfang Wuyue from telling Zhuo Lin about her past.
He turned his gaze to Dongfang Wuyue, who was looking at him, and his gaze was cold and stern. Seeing this, Dongfang Wuyue was stunned for a moment, and immediately retracted his gaze, which made Dongfang Han's eyebrows frowning.
"Dongfang Han." Seeing that the girl was safe, Zhuo Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes flickered.
"How are you?" Dongfang Han stepped up and told him to sit down, "rest well and don't move."
Zhuo Lin's heart warmed, and he subconsciously held her hand, hoping to say: "Please don't leave me."
Dongfang Han was slightly startled, and did not withdraw his hand, but did not answer him either.
She looked back at the man behind her, and he hadn't changed at all after so long. He still looked so indifferent, still so... unkind.
"Uncle..." he called out softly, but didn't know what to say next.
In fact, whether it is her or Dongfang Wuyue, there will always be a gap between the two of them that cannot be crossed. Even if there is no deep hatred between them, there are also reluctant past events and unwilling resentments.
"Come in, I have something to talk to you alone." After that, Dongfang Wuyue turned around and entered the room that Dongfang Han had just walked out of.
"Dongfang Han..."
Dongfang Han gave Zhuo Lin a reassuring look, and after helping him pull the quilt, he withdrew his hand, "Don't move, don't overhear, don't think, I will persuade him to help you heal your leg injury."
Seeing her serious eyes, Zhuo Lin finally nodded and said "careful".
After the two walked in, the door closed.
Dongfang Wuyue turned around. This time he was serious enough to see the grown-up girl in front of him thoroughly, and the little girl in his impression that loves to laugh and often holds his crying nose. It's different, otherwise she wouldn't stare at herself with that look just now. Indifferent attitude, cold tone, even looking at people’s indifferent expressions, to be honest, she really doesn’t know who to say she looks like this, at least his dead brother and that woman’s eyes won’t be so heavy. Murderous.
"Where have you been in the past ten years?" Dongfang Wuyue asked her like this.
"I was adopted by a soldier, and then wandered around." Dongfang Han replied blankly, without looking down at the man in front of him. Because of this, he was wrong about the dumbfoundedness in the man's eyes.
"You murdered?" The voice suddenly became colder.
"Killing?" Hearing this, Dongfang Han smiled coldly, then raised his head and finally looked at the man who didn't know what he was angry with, with a somewhat contemptuous tone: "I can't count, death is in my hands. People."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Wuyue stepped up, grabbed Dongfang Han's collar with one hand, and looked at her with cold eyes that can kill people, "How is your appearance different from that demon!!"
"Isn't this a gift from you?"
Dongfang Wuyue was taken aback.
But then what he received was a pair of strangers mocking his own eyes.
"A person born with a dirty identity like me should live a life like this."
Dongfang Han's expression was plain, but Dongfang Wuyue couldn't help shaking.
After a while, Dongfang Han suddenly smiled again, with the most cruel and ruthlessness in that smile.
"You have to be thankful that they are dead, otherwise I will let those two guys taste what it's like to live better than to die, just like they did to me back then!"