Chapter 857: 857, have truly loved, truly no longer love 5 Chapter 857: 857, have truly loved, truly no longer love 5 But she didn’t leave; instead, she waited quietly outside the hospital for Shi Annuo.
Finally, as the sun rose the next day, Shi Annuo walked out of the hospital and, upon seeing Wen Zhaozhao still waiting outside, his expression instantly turned cold. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you have gone ho by now?”
“I was waiting for you!” Wen Zhaozhao said softly.
Such a simple set of words, yet they made Shi Annuo’s heart suddenly ache, and his eyes and nose felt incredibly sour.
Instinctively reaching out, Shi Annuo pulled Wen Zhaozhao tightly into his embrace. “Let’s go ho!”
As their bodies pressed close together, the warm and familiar scent lingered around his nose, and Wen Zhaozhao snuggled greedily into his arms. “Is she doing okay?”
“Mmm,” Shi Annuo replied faintly, unwilling to elaborate, not wanting Wen Zhaozhao to overthink it. He just took her hand to catch a ride, then headed ho.
With Song Qinghuan and Shi Annuo leaving one after another, the hospital room beca quiet. After her father’s death, Han Qianqian had been alone. Apart from Song Qinghuan and others, she had no friends, so now that she was injured, no one would co to see her.
The door to the room was gently pushed open, and in walked a tall, erect figure, elegant and composed.
Han Qianqian was mildly shocked when she saw him, then turned her head away as if to say, Han Yinqian, are you here to mock ?
Han Yinqian, looking at Han Qianqian, devoid of makeup, her face pale, appearing fragile and unsupported, with a needle in her arm and her blue veins clearly visible, couldn’t help but rember how she often dressed in fiery red, full of allure, beautiful and enchanting.
It seed she was indeed seriously injured this ti.
“I’ll keep an eye on the Han Family for you while you’re in the hospital,” Han Yinqian stated blandly, then turned around, seemingly ready to leave.
Han Qianqian watched his retreating back and spoke in a weak voice, “If you really want… to atone for your mother… if you really want… to compensate , then… help with another matter.”
Han Yinqian’s eyes narrowed into slits as he turned to look at her, his gaze slightly squinted, yet faintly radiating an enchanting darkness, his expression inscrutable, chilly, and wicked.
Han Qianqian’s fingers moved feebly, no longer looking at Han Yinqian, but instead staring straight at the ceiling as if recalling sothing, her voice very soft, “I want Annuo, you… if you really want to help , bring Annuo back to my side…”
Han Yinqian’s long, deep eyes lifted slightly, then he curved his lips with cold mockery, “You really are interesting. What are you asking to do for my mother? Chase after a man? If you were into won, then perhaps I could make it up to you on behalf of my mother. But n, I haven’t pursued any; seems like I can’t be of help…”
When he answered, he always added on behalf of my mother, indicating that he had no sibling affection for Han Qianqian and didn’t want her to think he was offering his help personally — so arrogantly proud, only wanting Han Qianqian to feel that his help was because of his mother.
After speaking a couple of sentences, Han Qianqian found it hard to breathe.
She inhaled shallowly and then said, “Annuo… still loves . I can feel it, his care for is just because of… that woman. If she weren’t here, Annuo… would definitely co back to …”
Then, looking at Han Yinqian, she said sothing profound, “Han… Yinqian, I know… you have many won. No matter what… kind of woman, as long as you… want her, it seems there’s none… who can escape your palm!”
Reviews
All reviews (0)