"In the orphanage, in the afternoon, you were with Sisi. We saw you, and you saw me."
Zhiyun looked at him and said.
The two of them meet quite frequently.
But this time, she came first.
"Only met you at the orphanage?" His voice sounded so distant.
Zhiyun didn't want to be so timid that she didn't even dare to look him in the eye, so she tried to put on a confident and carefree smile and said to him, "Well, we only met in the orphanage. I saw how beautiful you were back then, and I couldn't help but look at you a few more times."
【When I saw you were so pretty, I couldn’t help but look at you a few more times. 】
This sentence seems to have been repeated a long time ago.
He seemed to have lost his composure, but only he knew that; it wasn't visible in his expression. He lifted his gold-rimmed glasses. His hands were truly beautiful, each movement elegant and graceful, like a nobleman.
Zhiyun forced herself to look away from him. "Sir, your appearance is unparalleled, and it often makes others lose their minds. If I look at you a few more times, it shouldn't be a problem, right? If it offends you, I will be more careful next time."
"Next time..." He murmured, repeating these two words.
Zhiyun's expression changed slightly: "Sorry, I didn't know you didn't like it. So... there won't be a next time."
She forgot how aloof Han Qingrang was.
He didn't like people paying too much attention to him, and he refused people without any room for rejection. It seemed that no one could occupy a place in his eyes. Even Zhiyun herself couldn't imagine how she had done it in the first place, not only occupying Han Qingrang's eyes, but also occupying Han Qingrang's heart.
"Is your injury better?"
I was in a daze when I suddenly heard him ask this.
The question made Zhiyun look confused, "Huh? What?"
He looked at her quietly, then his gaze slowly moved down and stopped at her previously injured knee.
Zhiyun suddenly understood, "How do you know I was injured?"
We also knew that her injury was on her knee, but it was not serious. The back of her head was a little more serious.
"Where is the back of your head?" he asked again in a faint voice.
Zhiyun: “…”
Not only did he know about her knee injury, he also knew about the injury on the back of her head...
"Are you okay?" He stared at her with cold eyes, without any warmth in his eyes.
Most people would feel oppressed if they looked at him or talked to him like this, because his aura was so intimidating.
Zhiyun came to her senses. She didn't know how Han Qingrang knew about her injury. Was he paying attention to her?
As soon as this idea popped into her mind, she quickly rejected it.
Han Qingrang no longer has any memories of her, and the proprietress said that they will never be restored, so this possibility is ruled out.
"How did you know that I was injured?" Zhiyun asked him, her eyes fixed on his face, watching every change in his expression.
"That night, I was the one who carried you to the hospital." He said slowly, word by word.
Zhiyun was completely stunned!
Yes, was it Han Qing who asked her to be taken to the hospital?
Why him?
She remembered it clearly. Didn't Wei Lai say that it was Yan Zhi who took her to the hospital? How did Han Qing let...
"Are you surprised that I took you to the hospital?"
He seemed a little impatient, because no matter what he asked, her expression looked very confused, as if she knew nothing.
It was as if she was testing his patience.
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