Zhuo Lin is not stupid, on the contrary, he can see clearly better than anyone else.
In fact, Dongfang Han was taken away by the organization this time, probably not just because of his own injury. Most of the reasons may be related to Zhang Zichu. Even so, how could he not understand Dongfang Han's personality, she would definitely not tell the truth to those people, and even put all the charges on herself.
She is such a stubborn person. In many cases, she would rather bear everything on her own than let the people around her get hurt. But she is also a trustworthy partner, and she is not as ruthless and unjust as she seems.
Zhang Zichu must have an unshakable position in her heart that no one can replace. Just like Jiang Junxi, she can decisively sever the relationship between them, but she can't kill them in cold blood and mercilessly.
It is this kind of constant bondage and unspeakable feeling that makes him very jealous.
…
"I am sorry."
The sudden sound made Zhuo Lin stunned.
Dongfang Han raised his head and looked at him who was angry in front of him. Now he can only say these words.
As Wang Ye said, she not only hurt herself, but also the people around her.
Zhuo Lin is the most innocent victim among them.
Just as Zhuo Lin was still about to say something, he suddenly took a halt and saw Dongfang Han pull up his hand, put his palm on his cheek and gently rubbed it.
"I am a failed magician. Not only did I fail to protect my companions, but I also made you hurt because of me. I am really too weak now." She said softly, her eyes full of self-blame.
"I'm really sorry about Zhang Zichu. But I can't help him. That kind of involuntary behavior is just as uncontrollable like feelings. It's just..." There was a thread of sadness in her eyes," But I always regret what I have done, Zhuolin, what do you say to me?"
This is the second time Zhuolin has seen such helpless Dongfang Han. The first time was in this night, in this room.
However, the only thing he can do is to give her a hug as before.
Zhuo Lin hugged Dongfang Han, let her cold body find some warmth, and whispered in her ear: "I said, you don't have to push yourself like this. Dongfang Han, you are not a saint, you are also a man of flesh and blood. People, some things take time."
Dongfang Han was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hug the warm and reassuring body, "Zhuolin, you are really like my savior."
"Don't think that I will forgive you by saying this. You owe me, I am afraid I will not be able to pay it off in this life." Zhuo Lin couldn't help but want to laugh. Even so, he couldn't help feeling a little bit because of Dongfang Han's words. Happy.
At least now that she can learn to rely on herself and confess to herself is a good start.
"Hurry up and blow your hair dry and go to sleep!"
"Long-winded, just like a woman!"
"Dongfang Han, you... don't go too far!"
The quiet room was suddenly broken by the noise.
At this time, Xia Rongrong and the others, who were standing outside, were worried about what happened to Dongfang Han when they came here to see her, but the noise in the door dispelled the idea of knocking on the door.
They glanced at each other, smiled helplessly, let the two of them toss, turned around and left quietly.