When Ding Han saw Jian Haijun's eyes full of tears, he felt inexplicably sad. There seemed to be something in his mind that wanted to be sealed away, and a sudden stabbing pain came from his temple.
Ding Han frowned slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea to hide his discomfort.
Yao Huiqin can understand Jian Haijun's current mood very well. She was so excited when she saw Ding Han, not to mention Jian Haijun, who has always treated Jian Xi as her own daughter.
Yao Huiqin sighed and said, "She is not Xiao Xi, her name is Ding Han."
Jian Haijun shook his head, tears streaming down his face, "Xiao Xi, do you really not know me?"
When Ding Han saw Jian Haijun crying, her headache became even worse. She endured the discomfort and said to Jian Haijun, "I'm sorry, you got the wrong person. I don't know you."
"How come... I don't know you?" Jian Haijun couldn't believe it. He looked exactly the same as Jian Xi. Jian Haijun pointed at his face with a trembling finger, "Xiao Xi... you see clearly... I am Jian Haijun... Jian Haijun... it's you …”
"Old Jian." Yao Huiqin interrupted Jian Haijun in time.
Jian Haijun curled up his trembling lips and did not continue. He bent down to carry the tea on the table, hoping to take a few sips of tea to relieve his emotions.
But her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't even hold the tea steady, and the tea in the cup rippled and spilled on the table.
Ding Han's eyes followed the tea spilled on the table to Jian Haijun.
This man looked very old and skinny, and the knuckles on the hands holding tea were covered with calluses.
There are big and small cracks everywhere on the fingers, and it looks like they often do farm work.
Perhaps because he felt that he was too pitiful, Ding Han actually felt a little distressed in his heart.
A recurring headache came over me.
Ding Han frowned indifferently. This time his headache seemed to be more urgent than before. In the past, he would sometimes delay treatment due to work, but never the pain was so severe.
It was a bit of a dull pain at first, and then it gradually got worse.
This time it started out like a pinprick pain, and now the pain has become a little unbearable.
Yao Huiqin noticed something was wrong with Ding Han's face and asked quickly: "Miss Ding, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Ding Han put down the tea cup in his hand and pressed his temples hard. "I've been working a little late these days. I have a migraine. I feel a little uncomfortable right now. I'm sorry that I can't accompany you."
Yao Huiqin's eyes showed tension and worry, "Shall I take you to the hospital?"
Ding Han stood up and said, "No, I have migraine medicine at home. Just go back and take some medicine and sleep."
Yao Huiqin also stood up, "Then let me see you off?"
"No, just take care of your friend. He looks a little agitated." Ding Han glanced at Jian Haijun, turned and left the box.
When Jian Haijun saw Ding Han leaving, he wanted to catch up, but in the end he held back and looked at Yao Huiqin, "I... didn't expect it to be so similar... I'm sorry... to cause you trouble."
Yao Huiqin shook her head and said it didn't matter, and just asked: "Do you think Ding Han is Xiao Xi?"
Jian Haijun nodded, and the tears he wiped away began to well up again.
Yao Huiqin, "But she didn't know us, not even Xiaobai. Xiaobai chased her to recognize her relatives, and she sent Xiaobai to the police station. Also, Xiaoxi had burns on her left hand, and Ding Han's hand No, if she is Xiao Xi, how should we explain these?"