Zhiyun's body froze.
Han Qingrang held her tightly in his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace.
"Han Qingrang, what are you doing?"
Zhiyun tried to turn around, but his grip was too tight, so Zhiyun had to pry his arms apart.
Just this one action seemed to hurt him.
"Weave weave..."
Zhiyun sensed his uneasiness, turned around, and pressed his wrist, "Han Qingrang."
He lowered his eyelashes and stared into her eyes.
Looking at Han Qingrang in this state, Zhiyun felt uncomfortable.
This is the first time I see him like this.
Like an uneasy and helpless child.
She asked him, "Wei just said that you came to the Chamber of Commerce and then left. So were you waiting outside just now?"
"Um."
"Did you see me come back?"
"Um."
"You also saw me send Si Yufeng away?"
"Um."
Zhiyun couldn't help but smile, "Besides um, don't you have anything else to say?"
"Zhizhi, I miss you."
This is what he wants to say most.
He walked closer to her, took her face in his hands, lowered his head, and rested his forehead against hers.
"Please, Zhizhi, don't ignore me, okay..."
When he said this just now, Zhiyun was already very surprised. Now, he said this again. Zhiyun covered the back of his hand with her palm, "I didn't abandon you. We are boyfriend and girlfriend."
Han Qingrang said in a desolate voice: "In your eyes, I am dispensable."
Zhiyun was confused by this, so she tried to comfort him first: "It's not that it's dispensable, but I just think that couples shouldn't be so clingy all the time. It will eventually affect their relationship. Giving each other some space is the best way to get along, isn't it!?"
These words were just her true thoughts.
"Zhizhi, you still don't like me enough." Han Qingrang's eyes dimmed.
“…”
There were many things brewing in Zhiyun's heart, but she finally suppressed them.
"I'm busy at work, you..."
The words haven't been finished yet.
Zhiyun noticed that Han Qingrang's expression changed.
Became covered with haze and frost.
This was just a manifestation of anger, but it was far from enough. The aura emanating from him was like the breath of death, pressing against Zhiyun in front of him.
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, but his face was as pale as paper. His eyes under the lenses were filled with red bloodshot, which gradually spread across his eyes.
She subconsciously took a step back.
Han Qingrang approached her.
"Han Qingrang."
She called his name, trying to wake him up.
But his condition did not improve, but became even more terrifying, causing Zhiyun to feel a fear from the bottom of her heart. She was not afraid of him as a person, but of his soul. His soul was occupied by a demon that was like being shackled in hell.
For the first time in such a long time, Zhiyun saw another side of Han Qingrang through the gentle Han Qingrang.
It was quite different from his usual self.
She understood the situation and she should run, get away from him immediately. But after taking a few steps back, Zhiyun stopped.
"cold……"
He suddenly hugged her from the front, this time without using much strength, just holding her gently.
Just this action made Zhiyun's heart tremble slightly.
Then, his helpless and pitiful voice came: "Zhizhi, I'm sick."
"...Disease? What disease?" Zhiyun asked subconsciously.
He said, "I am very ill. You are my medicine. If you don't treat me, I will die."
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