"It seems you still don't understand what I'm talking about."
Dongfang Han sighed helplessly, slowly let go of his hand, took out the thing that he had kept until now, and put it on his palm, "Return this thing to you because it belongs to you."
"This is... my pistol!" Apparently Zhang Zichu was shocked by the recovery of this weapon that he thought was lost.
"It was given to me by Ms. Chen Ya for safekeeping."
"Aya?" Zhang Zichu was startled.
"Yeah." Dongfang Han nodded, "I heard that she has resigned and returned to her hometown, so I need to tell you something."
Under Zhang Zichu's puzzled gaze, Dongfang Han continued: "She asked me to let me save you."
He was startled.
"She told me what you were attacked that day. There is a deal between us. I am responsible for saving you, and she must keep you secret for the'Yasha'. So she has been silent to the police, so the outside world There are also rumors of her neurosis. In fact, she did this because she wanted to help you."
"Why... She, what is this for?" Zhang Zichu clenched the silver gun in his hand, his voice seemed to be faintly confused.
Dongfang Han glanced at him before saying: "Because she regards you as the most important friend."
Zhang Zichu was startled, as if he understood the puzzlement and surprise in his eyes, Dongfang Han continued: "In fact, from the day you became Zhang Zichu, you have already obtained a lot of things that were not available to Yasha. It's just that you haven't seen the facts before you clearly."
Just like her, only after losing a lot of things did she realize that she had so much.
"Zi Chu, cheer up again. Some things have passed and let them go. Please cherish them before you lose them. Don't be like me." At this point, she smiled bitterly, "It's too late to regret some things. Live well, for those who care and love you, you have not lost everything."
After speaking, Dongfang Han got up and left the ward, leaving behind the silent figure.
…
After Jiang Junxi returned to the hotel, he made a mess in the house. After taking a cold shower to calm me down, I was standing on the balcony wearing a trousers vest, smoking a cigarette between my fingers, and smoking in silence.
He couldn't remember when he learned to smoke, but whenever he was upset, he would smoke one, but most of it was when he thought she was going crazy.
Thinking that the dead woman was still protecting the damn man by this time, Jiang Junxi was so angry in his heart that he wanted to get someone to fly a bomber here to blow up the city, and by the way, blow up that Zhang Zichu too.
But... his heartache can't deceive himself, and he is also scared. I am afraid that Zhang Zichu is more important to Dongfang Han than him.
What should he do at that time...
Just when Jiang Junxi felt a mess in his heart, the door of his room that he had forgotten to close was gently pushed open. Dongfang Han walked in, saw the back who was smoking hard, frowned slightly, and walked towards there.
"When did you learn to smoke?"
Hearing this voice made Jiang Junxi a hint of surprise in his heart! But when he turned around to look at the girl in front of him, he squinted again, threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, stamped it out with the sole of his foot, and coldly said, "You care about me? Don't you have Zhang Zichu!"
When he said this, he seemed to be venting the dissatisfaction and unhappiness in his heart and stomped the sloppy cigarette butt that had been trampled on with the sole of his foot a few times.