Li Zhanlan remained seated, leaning back in his chair with his head tilted back naturally.
Eleven stood aside, puzzled.
Li Zhanlan didn't look at him, but she knew what he was thinking. She picked up the pastry that was placed aside and held it between her fingers.
"Are you curious?"
He nodded eleven times. "In my opinion, Your Highness's relationship with that woman is not close enough for her to know your secrets."
Li Zhanlan chuckled, "Eleven, sometimes. Secrets are not meant to be told to those close to you, because secrets that you yourself find difficult to say are difficult to confide in those close to you."
"As for why I told her... I just wanted to experience what it's like to be pitied and cared for."
Eleven: "Understood, Your subordinate."
Li Zhanlan brought the pastry he was holding to his lips, took a bite, and the sweetness filled his mouth.
The excessive sweetness made him furrow his brow slightly.
Instead of leaving the half-eaten pastry, he stubbornly swallowed it whole.
Seeing this, Shiyi frowned and quickly picked up the tea on the table and handed it to him.
Li Zhanlan waved his hand in refusal, his stomach convulsing from the excessive sugar intake, causing him to turn pale with pain.
But he didn't take any action; he even reached out and touched the source of the pain, a smile curving his lips.
pity…
She didn't feel sorry for him...
Tsk.
…
As Meng Qingluan walked out of the theater, she felt bewildered; Li Zhanlan must have gone mad.
He definitely has something wrong with his brain.
Meng Qingluan walked very fast, as if a ghost was chasing her from behind. Yingbang and Meiyuan had to jog to keep up with her.
"Madam, slow down, be careful not to bump into someone...!"
"No, don't worry!" Meng Qingluan replied, turning her head.
As soon as Meng Qingluan finished speaking, a person suddenly appeared from the alley ahead, jogging out.
"It's over..."
Meng Qingluan estimated the distance between them and subconsciously whispered.
"ah?"
The person turned around instinctively upon hearing the sound.
The two were so close that Meng Qingluan couldn't brake in time, and they bumped into each other.
"Madam! Madam!"
Dollar and British pound shouted as they ran to Meng Qingluan's side.
Meng Qingluan rubbed her head where she had been hit. It didn't hurt much, probably because she was prepared.
"Madam, are you alright? Where did you hurt yourself?"
Dollar and British coin each held one of her arms and asked with concern.
Meng Qingluan shook her head, her gaze lingering for a while before finally settling on the person who had been knocked to the ground.
"I'm fine. Quickly check on him. Don't let me hurt him."
As Dollar stepped forward, he saw that the man had been knocked to the ground and had a cut on his forehead.
The dollar was startled; is their lady's head really that hard?
How could a light bump cause this person's head to crack open?
"Madam, he's injured his forehead..."
Dollar walked up to Meng Qingluan's ear and whispered something.
Meng Qingluan naturally saw the frightening wound on his forehead and began to question her life.
When did my head become so hard?
He wasn't even knocked unconscious, but a grown man smashed his head in...
Meng Qingluan walked to his side, lifted his head, and placed her finger under his nostrils. Her vision went black, and she almost fainted.
Why isn't she breathing?
"lady?"
Seeing her pale face, Dollar and British Burgundy wanted to go over and check on her.
Meng Qingluan's fingers were trembling. Just as she was at a loss, the person she was holding slowly opened his eyes.
"Excuse me... excuse me, miss, could you please take me home?"
Upon hearing the light, airy voice, Meng Qingluan's hand trembled, but her rationality prevented her from letting go.
Looking down, she saw that the person who should have been dead had opened his eyes and was even speaking to her.
Meng Qingluan was surprised, and her finger once again probed his nose for breath...
He had been breathing all along, but his breathing was too weak, and she was too nervous at the time.
Seeing that he had woken up, Meng Qingluan quickly went over to him and asked, "How are you feeling now? Where does it hurt? Do you feel dizzy, lightheaded, or nauseous?"
The boy she bumped into shook his head, his face growing paler. After a moment, he spoke again.
"I'm fine. Please take me home, young lady."
Meng Qingluan still felt guilty, especially since he was now barely breathing and didn't seem to be alright...
"You want to go home now? I'd better take you to the clinic. If I accidentally hurt you, I won't be able to explain it to you."
Meng Qingluan planned to ask the US dollar and British pound to lend a hand and help him to the clinic.
The boy raised his hand, which had been hanging down by his sleeve, and placed it in her hand, stubbornly refusing to go to the clinic.
“My injuries have nothing to do with the girl. I was hit by a pre-existing condition that suddenly flared up. I have medicine at home specifically for my pre-existing condition, and going to the clinic would only delay my medication.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Qingluan nodded in sudden understanding.
As long as you didn't crash into it yourself, it's fine.
She almost thought her head was so hard it could withstand a nuclear bomb.
Meng Qingluan asked for his home address, and when the US dollar and British man arrived in the carriage, they helped him into it.
Throughout the journey, the boy kept his eyes closed, his face turning ashen due to the pain of his illness.
Meng Qingluan sat on the other side of the carriage. The carriage was so quiet that she could even hear herself swallowing, which made her feel a little awkward.
He was bored by himself and didn't want to disturb the other person's rest, especially since the two of them were complete strangers.
Meng Qingluan secretly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
The boy looked quite young, with thin shoulders; compared to her, he was even thinner. His skin was so thin it was almost translucent, and you could even see the bluish capillaries beneath.
He had a high, straight nose, slightly darker eyes at the corners, and faint dark circles under his eyes. Even though they were some distance apart, she could still smell the medicinal scent emanating from him.
Bitter and cold.
This was Meng Qingluan's first impression of him.
The carriage stopped.
"We've arrived," Meng Qingluan said.
The boy opened his eyes, weak and tired, nodded, and whispered his thanks to Meng Qingluan.
"Thank you, young lady."
"It was just a small favor."
Meng Qingluan replied modestly.
"..."
The boy stood up, supporting himself with his hands on either side. Before he could even get off the carriage, his legs were already too weak to support him.
He crouched down, his brows furrowed in pain, and fine beads of cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead.
Seeing that he was barely breathing, Meng Qingluan couldn't bear to watch any longer and, following the saying "to see someone through to the end," made a suggestion.
"Shall I help you down?"
"No... thank you for your trouble, young lady."
The boy was about to refuse, but then, thinking that he was too weak, he agreed out of embarrassment.
Meng Qingluan helped him down from the carriage, and the coachman quickly took over and supported the boy.
When Meng Qingluan reached the door, she found that his family was quite wealthy, and the two stone lions at the entrance were quite imposing.
There was a white cloth hanging on the door frame, and the door was tightly closed; it seemed there must be a funeral in the house…
Meng Qingluan raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door a few times. Soon, a servant came to open the door.
The servant, with a white cloth tied around his arm, opened the door and saw Meng Qingluan, finding her unfamiliar.
"Who are you?"
Meng Qingluan pointed behind her, "I've come to bring your young master back."
The servant looked in the direction she was pointing, recognized the boy, and his eyes lit up with joy.
He turned and shouted into the doorway.
"Quickly tell the master and madam that the young master has been brought back by a kind person!"
Several servants hurriedly helped the boy inside.
The servant turned around with a grateful look on his face.
"Thank you so much for your kindness, young lady."
Meng Qingluan waved her hand, turned around to leave, and heard hurried footsteps behind her.
"Please wait, my benefactor."
Meng Qingluan turned her head and saw a woman being helped by her maids to stand at the door. However, she was wearing a mourning dress and looked extremely haggard.
The moment Meng Qingluan turned around, the woman's eyes widened instantly, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
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