When taking off her shoes, Zhiyun let out a heart-wrenching scream, almost crying out of pain, and she kept breathing in and out.

Exhale into the air.

After successfully taking it off, the wound opened up and blood dripped onto the floor. The scene was truly shocking.

Zhiyun used warm water to wash it, and she almost passed out from the pain while washing.

After cleaning it, she found some gauze to bandage it, then took some cash and went to the hospital to check it out, otherwise it would be bad if it turned into tetanus.

While bandaging the wound, there was a knock on the door.

Knock knock knock——

Zhiyun tied the gauze casually, propped herself up, and limped to look through the peephole. When she saw the person standing outside the door, she leaned her back against the door.

Don't move, don't open the door.

Knock knock knock——

The knock on the door continued.

Zhiyun asked loudly: "Who are you looking for?"

"It's me, Zhizhi."

That’s right, it was really Han Qingrang.

He is here.

He finally came.

At this moment, she had just come out of the coronation ceremony in the palace.

Zhiyun was angry. She was angry that this man had cut off contact with her. Today, she risked her life to go to the coronation ceremony, and as soon as she came back, he came.

So how could Zhiyun not be angry? !

She suspected him, but all her suspicions didn't match up, and she felt uncomfortable and unhappy.

"Oh, no one."

She didn't open the door.

"Weave."

Outside the door, his voice lowered, as if pleading, "It's me, I'm here."

"You've come to the wrong place. There's no one named Zhizhi here. Please leave."

Knock knock knock——

He knocked on the door again.

"Zhizhi, I was delayed because I had to transfer on the way and deal with other things. I'm sorry I'm late."

Inside the door.

Zhiyun is not a person who is easily moved by softness of heart.

At least that's what she always thought.

But in front of Han Qingrang, she was always soft-hearted and couldn't bear to hear any soft words from him.

Open the door.

He stood outside the door.

He was pushing a suitcase, wearing a brown coat, tall and slightly thin, just like usual.

Those eyes, with their bright pupils, were clearly normal.

Seeing her open the door, Han Qingrang slowly loosened the lever of the suitcase. When he was about to approach her, Zhiyun raised her hand to distance herself from her: "Sir, would you like to stay overnight?"

"Yeah." He responded.

Zhiyun narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Sir, are you alone?"

"Yeah." He responded.

Zhiyun glanced at his luggage and crossed her arms, "Excuse me, sir, what kind of room would you like to stay in?"

"In the heart of Zhizhi."

“…”

She lost, she lost from the moment she opened the door.

But Zhiyun was still angry, "I'm a single person here, I'm afraid there's not enough room for you, sir."

"Zhizhi, you can let me sleep on the floor."

"I didn't ask you to sleep on the floor!" Zhiyun glared at him.

This Doctor Han is becoming more and more capable.

Ever since she had tried so hard to coax him last time, he had become more and more capable, lying to her, lying to her, and lying to her again. She just didn't believe he could lie to her forever! !

That's right, if he had that ability, it would be best if he could really deceive her for the rest of her life.

Otherwise, if she really found out, she would pull out his tendons!

"Go away. I haven't experienced how it feels to be angry with you. Let me be angry for a while, and I'll talk to you after I calm down." Zhiyun was about to close the door.

He stretched out his hand so that Zhiyun could not force the door closed.

His eyes fell on her feet, "You are injured, Zhizhi."

Zhiyun was wearing slippers, and most of the gauze was covered by the slippers, with only a little bit of gauze exposed outside, which he could see.