Hearing the sound, when Dongfang Han raised his head, he saw Zhuo Lin standing not far away. When he saw her, there was a touch of ecstasy in his eyes that she could clearly see, and then he walked towards her.
Seeing his steady, steady and powerful appearance, Dongfang Han was startled.
"Zuo Lin, your feet..."
"Okay." Zhuo Lin looked at her with a smile and gentleness in his eyes.
"In order to let you see the original him, Zhuo Lin spared no effort to exercise. It is simply an irreversible monster." At this moment, Yi Changfeng came up from behind and said jokingly.
"Shut up!" Zhuo Lin turned his head and glared at him.
Yi Changfeng cast a helpless look at Dongfang Han, and Xia Rongrong and the others couldn't help but smile.
"Go back to the room, you have been tired for a day too." Zhuo Lin vaguely started to rush Dongfang Han to rest, because her face was really just as Haili said, not very pretty.
Dongfang Han nodded, and he could see that Zhuo Lin had recovered to what it was before, and the heavy burden on her heart was finally let go of relief.
So she didn't say anything more, turned and left.
"She seems to be in a bad mood." Yi Changfeng walked to Zhuo Lin's side and whispered.
Zhuo Lin frowned slightly, looking at the back figure that was gradually walking away, with a trace of worry in his eyes.
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The water flow in the shower never stopped. Dongfang Han kept taking cold water after returning to her room. She wanted to calm down and needed to calmly consider Wang Ye's words, and even wanted to forget what she saw today, including Zhang Zichu. She didn't want to hurt them, let alone betray the organization.
It's just that some things are like feelings, which are beyond your control. If she loves the teacher, how would she view herself now and what would she say to herself.
There was a slight tingling pain on his body, Dongfang Hancai reacted, there are still unhealed scars on his body, and he cannot touch the water for too long. She turned off the faucet, wiped her body clean, put on her pajamas, and went out by sliding the door.
He just walked to the door and was startled by the person who suddenly stood in front of him.
"... Why are you here?"
Zhuo Lin glanced at her and frowned slightly: "I've knocked on the door several times, but you didn't respond, so I just came in."
Dongfang Han was stunned.
"Why don't you wipe your hair clean? It's easy to catch a cold." After that, Zhuo Lin walked in and took a dry towel out, pulled her to sit on the chair at the table, and stood behind to help her wipe her hair. The movements are exceptionally gentle.
"What happened?" Zhuo Lin asked her.
Dongfang Han lowered his head, but did not speak.
Seeing her doing this, Zhuo Lin sighed helplessly. When he lowered his head, but inadvertently saw a visible scar on her neck, his pupils shrank: "What's the matter?"
Before Dongfang Han could react, Zhuo Lin immediately grabbed her clothes, shaking her body suddenly. With the light overhead, Dongfang Han's shoulders, arms, and abdomen were covered with scars, more of them whiplashes.
"Those people tortured you?!" Zhuo Lin couldn't believe what he saw.
"Such punishment is natural." Dongfang Han put on his clothes immediately and said lightly.
Just as soon as the words fell silent, she was arrested by Zhuo Lin, and she abruptly pulled her in front of him, face to face.
"Dongfang Han, you really don't want to die." Zhuo Lin looked at her with hurt and pain: "Can't you think more about yourself? Can you really be so desperate for Zhang Zichu."