When Dongfang Han returned to the hotel, Zhang Zichu happened to also come back from outside.
"Xiaohan?" Zhang Zichu opened the door and saw Dongfang Han sorting out the sword box on the table, with a hint of doubt.
Dongfang Han paused and looked back, but when Zhang Zichu saw that the white shirt on her was stained with blood, he immediately closed the door, walked up quickly, and looked at her nervously, "What happened? What? This blood..." He said, suddenly thinking of something, his expression solemn, "Just now there was a gunfight in the city center, did you go there too?"
"Yeah." Dongfang Han didn't want to hide, she put the sword box in the closet again, "but it was not a gunfight, just a unilateral assassination. This time their target was Jiang Junxi, but in the end I was still caught by those people. With a line, that sniper blew himself up and died—"
Before Dongfang Han finished speaking, Zhang Zichu quickly stepped forward and grabbed the hand she put on the cabinet with one hand, and forced her to turn around and face him face to face.
"You just said, did you see Jiang Junxi?"
Facing Zhang Zichu's questioning, and the inexplicable tone of fire, Dongfang Han was startled.
Seeing that she didn't respond, the anger in Zhang Zichu's eyes gradually diminished, and it was replaced by a cold and cold.
He slowly said: "I forgot how important that man is to you, and that's right. Now you are back, he is now in danger and can't stay here with me forever." , He let go and turned around to leave the room.
Dongfang Han was suddenly startled, and hurried forward a few steps, grabbing his arm at once.
Zhang Zichu stopped and let her hold. Then he turned his head and glanced at her faintly, his eyes dark as dark, and he couldn't see the true meaning of his eyes at this time.
But after waiting for a long time, Dongfang Han remained silent, making his brows wrinkle, and then broke away from her hand, turned and walked out.
"Bang—" With a sound of closing the door, Dongfang Han, who was standing still in a daze, was awakened instantly.
Before she could change her clothes, she immediately chased it out, ran out the door, turned to the figure walking away in the corridor, and shouted: "Zi Chu!"
Zhang Zichu paused, but did not turn around. Then he heard the footsteps gradually approaching behind him, and then his arm was tightly grasped again.
"Things are not what you think. I didn't intend to keep you here. The matter between me and you has nothing to do with Jiang Junxi."
Before she finished speaking, Zhang Zichu interrupted her.
"It doesn't matter?" Zhang Zichu quickly turned around and looked at her, as if he heard a big joke, a touch of ridicule evoked at the corner of his mouth, "Xiaohan, you can deceive others, but you can't deceive yourself. If it wasn't forced by the situation, you You won’t choose me. Yes! I said that I can give you time, but now I have discovered that I can deceive anyone, but I can’t deceive my heart, you know." He pointed to the position of his heart, his eyes Struggling and painfully said, "How painful is here! I am jealous of Jiang Junxi's position in your heart, Xiaohan, I'm going to be driven crazy by you, do you know!" At the end, his voice gradually became sour. There was a faint crying, but there were no tears in his eyes, but a frightening madness in his eyes.
At this moment, Zhang Zichu could no longer hide his inner emotions.
As he said, he was going crazy by the girl in front of him.
Between them, there is always a Jiang Junxi interspersed. No matter where Dongfang Han went or who he was with, Jiang Junxi's shadow always haunted her and disturbed her emotions, and no matter how much he did Zhang Zichu, he could never replace that man in her heart.
In the end, it was all he was passionate about himself.
"I'm sorry, I need someone to be quiet—" After saying that, Zhang Zichu was about to turn around, but Dongfang Han stretched out his hands and hugged him tightly from behind, leaning his head lightly on his back. For a moment, it seemed that I could vaguely feel that Zhang Zichu was really tired and tired at this moment.
Filled with guilt, he said softly: "Zi Chu, have you forgotten what I said before."
Zhang Zichu was slightly startled, but did not respond.
"Sorry, I never thought that Jiang Junxi's affairs would make you so uneasy. But, could you please give me some time to explain, because some things are not what you think. We were all fake together before Zi Chu, why don't you believe me."
At least now she understands that the man in front of her is the one she can't bear to hurt and ignore.
She owes him too much...