What should have been a happy ending, sohow stirred an indescribable sense of loss and regret in Zhang Te’s heart.
He sat quietly in the car for a while, unable to shake off the depression. As he gathered his scattered thoughts and was about to step on the gas to head back to the main road, he hesitated at the last mont and chose to turn into the residential complex instead.
After parking the car, Zhang Te took the elevator up. Upon exiting, he stared at the apartnt door for a mont before stepping forward and entering the passcode.
Pushing the door open and about to change into his slippers, he saw a pair of won’s shoes.
His brows suddenly furrowed, and in the next second, as if realizing sothing, he rushed into the house without bothering to change his shoes. Then, in the corner of the living room, he saw Han Yixiao curled up on the floor, trembling.
Zhang Te abruptly stopped, staring at the girl not far from him for a few seconds before suddenly moving: "Miss... Miss..."
Han Yixiao, with her face buried in her knees, paused slightly when she heard his voice but did not look up.
Zhang Te crouched down and called out once more, "Miss," but getting no response from her, he gently lifted her long sleeve.
Just like before, those shocking whip marks... but this ti, it was different from any other ti, all the more terrifying. Han Yixiao’s fair arms were almost completely marred... so wounds were so severe that the flesh had split open.
With just a glance, Zhang Te’s expression changed, "I’m taking you to the hospital."
As he spoke, he began to help Han Yixiao to her feet.
Han Yixiao frantically backed away, shaking her head vigorously at Zhang Te, resolutely resisting his suggestion.
Zhang Te: "Miss, your wounds are too severe, they might get infected if left untreated, you must see a doctor..."
From Han Yixiao’s mouth, unable to speak, erged a piteous sound. In her pitch-black eyes, large tears rolled down.
Zhang Te: "Miss..."
Han Yixiao’s incoherent sounds grew more desperate; because she couldn’t speak, her entire face turned red, and at last, she began to pull at her hair, as if self-harming.
Seeing Han Yixiao act this way, Zhang Te had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, okay, we won’t go to the hospital, we won’t go, just calm down, calm down..."
Zhang Te repeated many tis until Han Yixiao finally looked at him with distrustful, tear-filled eyes.
"I promise, we won’t go to the hospital, we’ll stay right here... I an what I say..." Zhang Te assured her once more.
Only then did Han Yixiao sowhat calm down, and she curled back up on the floor, hugging her legs, her eyes becoming lifeless.
Looking at Han Yixiao like this, Zhang Te felt as if his heart was being rcilessly pricked with needles, suffering raw pain. After watching her for a mont, he went into the bedroom, then ca back with a dical kit and crouched beside her: "Miss, we won’t go to the hospital, but can we at least treat the wounds?"
Han Yixiao looked at Zhang Te belatedly, and after he patiently waited, she gently nodded her head, agreeing to Zhang Te’s proposition.
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