After Dongfang Wuyue learned from her that she was a magician, she didn't speak again. A man sat silently in the corner of the room, drinking his own shochu.
And Dongfang Han, who couldn't go in immediately to see Zhuo Lin, could only sit outside and wait.
The sudden silence of the two made the atmosphere in the room suddenly extremely silent.
Dongfang Wuyue drank a lot of wine, as if he seemed to be worried, and suddenly he raised his head to look at Dongfang Han's position. The moment his eyes met, there was an indescribable complexity in his eyes.
"When did you discover that you can magic?" After a long time, he asked her.
"After the two died, I accidentally discovered it while wandering." Dongfang Han looked down at the crackling fire in the kang before him, and did not look at the man opposite.
Dongfang Wuyue raised the jug and took a sip, then asked, "Is the fire magician?"
Dongfang Han was taken aback, raised her head and looked at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She seemed to remember that she didn't use any magic or tell him anything about herself since she stepped here. Then the person in front of her How do you know her magical attributes.
"... I guess I was right." At this point, Dongfang Wuyue's eyes darkened, and she looked up and continued to drink alcohol as if she was about to get herself drunk severely.
Although I don’t understand why this man had such an abnormal reaction, Dongfang Han finally classified it as her uncle who couldn’t accept that there should be such a monster in the Dongfang family. After all, her father and mother who did all the evil things were just ordinary. Humanity.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Han's lips curled up with a sneer, and he sneered to himself. Sometimes she kept wondering whether she was tortured by her parents for five years, whether it was their own birth, at least in this whole world, there is nothing more cruel and ruthless than that couple.
Later, the pair of uncles and nephews did not speak, and I don't know how long it took, Dongfang Wuyue left the room again, and disappeared in the snow with the silver wolf.
Dongfang Han didn't pay much attention to her uncle, who had a temperament and moody temperament. This was his place, and she wouldn't worry that this man would have any accidents outside.
Time didn't know how long it had passed, until she heard movement inside, Dongfang Han immediately stood up and opened the door inside. The first thing that came out was a strong smell of disinfectant. "Wow—" After quickly pulling the curtain in front of her eyes, she saw Zhuo Lin who was lying on the bed gradually regaining consciousness. She was overjoyed and walked up quickly, watching the person under her slowly open her eyes.
"Zuo Lin."
After the boy woke up, he saw the person he wanted to see most. When "Dongfang Han..." was about to sit up, he found that the anesthetic on his body had not faded.
"Don't move." After Dongfang Han asked him to lie down, he stepped forward to hold the big cold hand and gave him a relieved look: "The operation was successful, Zhuo Lin, you will surely stand up again soon."
Zhuo Lin glanced at her, smiled softly, and shook the little hand subconsciously, "I am not afraid of anything, as long as you stay by my side, I am willing to eat any suffering."
My heart trembled faintly. Dongfang Han raised his lips helplessly, and said softly: "Go on to sleep, I will always be with you." In his tone, he put away his usual coldness.
It seemed that these words finally made Zhuo Lin relieved, he nodded to her, and then slowly closed his eyes.