eir behalf.” 。The red mark on her forehead and the scar at the corner of her eyebrow made Jiang Qifeng's eyes sting. He instinctively reached out, wanting to touch her face. 。Towards evening tilted he...He's lips finally stopped a centimeter from hers, so close that the warmth of his breath when he spoke sprayed onto her face. "You smell like alcohol. Is there a man hiding in the ward"

"No." Xiang Wan's eyes blinked much faster than usual, her palms already clammy. "A female friend from the club had a breakup and got drunk here, passed out in my place."

He looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled. He let go of her, not knowing whether he believed her or not.

After a long pause, he said to her, "Someone is sleeping inside. I won't go in. You go fetch a chair outside."

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When closing the door, she cast several glances toward He Hanchuan as if naturally. From his side, he should not be able to see the person on the bed inside the ward… right

He caught her subtle movements in his eyes, He Hanchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he twitched his lips with an unclear meaning.

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Being with him was like eating arsenic to her.

"Sit down," He Hanchuan said.

Towards the Evening's brows furrowed quickly, then unfolded, "General He, please sit. I can stand."

She didn't know what He Hanchuan meant, but it was impossible for him to feel sorry for her.

He Hanchuan's knuckles were distinct as he lightly tapped the back of his chair a few times, the sound subdued from before. "Sit here."

“Okay.” Xiang Wan walked with difficulty to the chair and sat down. But her back was stiff, her buttocks only touching the edge of the seat, her right foot pointing outwards, ready to stand up and leave at any moment.

The corridor was lined with uniform round incandescent bulbs, bright but lacking the warmth of a dim light. The white light illuminated Xiang Wan's face, making her complexion appear pale and bloodless.

"Being able to make a man who's only met you a few times speak up for you, He Wan, your methods are impressive." He Hanchuan stood behind her, his hands propped on the arms of the chair, as if encircling her in his embrace.

Towards Evening couldn't see his face, she could only feel his warm breath spraying on the back of her neck, inexplicably feeling a chill, cold to the bone.

She was on edge. After a moment, she realized who he was talking about. "Mr. He is being too generous. Mr. Zhong is helping me out because of Miss Ren's face; it has nothing much to do with me."

"That girl seems to have a soft spot for you." He Hanchuan loosened his grip on the armrest and straightened up, his voice lacking some of its previous chill. "But I told you long ago, no one can help you."

Towards the end, with her hands clenched tightly together, she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. "General Xiehe reminded me; I dare not daydream."

"Go back, it's cold outside." He Hanchuan walked around her to the front and said, then headed towards the elevator.

Towards Evening stared at his figure casting a faint shadow on the ground, hatred surging and fermenting wildly in her blood, stretching her veins to the breaking point, yet finding no outlet for release.

When others said she was born into a wealthy and influential family, making people envious, what did she say Envious of what Even with power, influence, and money, she couldn't get He Hanchuan's love. What good was it!

As a result, reality slapped her hard. His power forced her to the point where even death became a luxury she couldn't afford. Every day, she had to fawn over him and struggle to survive in humiliation...

Ding!

The elevator chime sounded, and He Hanchuan stepped into the elevator.

Towards Evening tilted her head and blinked, moving her chair back to the ward one step at a time. In the ward, the smell of alcohol and disinfectant mingled together, entering her nostrils and making her head feel unusually clear.

"F*** your mother's scheming b****…" Xiang Yu frowned, rolled over, kicked the blanket to the ground, and kept mumbling curses under his breath, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.

向晚 walked over and picked up the blanket, covering him with it, then lay back down on the sick bed.

Maybe it was because he was drinking for the first time, or maybe he had too much to drink, but Xiangyu tossed and turned most of the night, vomiting and making a fuss until late at night.

Xiangling's drink had a sedative in it, and on top of that, taking care of her brother was exhausting. She fell asleep soon after lying down in the hospital bed.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the autumn air is crisp and refreshing.

Under the camphor tree on campus, Jiang Qingran wore a white dress and a long black shawl draped softly over her shoulders. She was gentle and beautiful.

People came and went, and every now and then someone would look her way.

Towards Evening's belly button, a pair of ultra-short shorts were adorned. She hung Beats limited edition headphones around her neck, chewing gum in her mouth, and sauntered over nonchalantly, "What's the matter You had to call me out here alone"

Before Jiang Qingran could answer, she blew a big bubble, popped it, and grinned. "Are you thinking of getting me a birthday present but don't want others to see what you got me"

"Happy birthday, I wish our little princess, Xiangwan, to be 18 years old forever, and more beautiful each year!" Jiang Qingran smiled with curved eyes and handed her a beautifully packaged gift box.

"What is it" Xiang Wan took the gift box and was about to open it. "I'm already pretty enough, any prettier and I'd be hated by heaven and earth. Maybe I should just wish for myself to marry Han Chuan quickly and have a big, fat boy!"

Jiang Qingran's eyes dimmed slightly, holding her hand, "Let's go home and open it."

"Alright!" Xiang Wan tucked the gift box under her arm and winked at her. "Don't dress too pretty tonight, you don't want to steal my thunder. Hanchuan is going to propose to me tonight!"

After she finished speaking, she put on her headphones and hummed a song as she walked back.

Jiang Qingran ran a few steps and grabbed her hand from behind, "Xiang Wan, I have something to tell you."

"What" Xiangwan took off her headphones, leaned against a tree, and blew out a big bubble.

Jiang Qingran bit her lip, her eyes flickering, "I've liked Hanchuan Ge for many years too, very much."

The bubble popped with a plop, and the gum stuck to Huā Wǎn's cheek, making her look rather comical.

Jiang Qingran, her best friend, actually said she liked Hanchuan And she really liked him

"I originally intended to keep my love for Hanchuan hidden in my heart, never telling anyone. But ever since I learned two months ago that you were going to get engaged at your birthday banquet, I haven't slept well. Every minute and second has been a torment." Jiang Qingran's dark circles weren't too obvious, but they were enough to show how exhausted she was.

向晚 held a gift box under her arm, expressionless as she used her other hand to peel the gum stuck on her face. Her fingertips trembled slightly, "Since we decided not to tell anyone, why are you telling me"

"My love for Brother Hanchuan is no less than yours, only more so." Jiang Qingran met her gaze and pointed to her heart, "That love has been held in my heart for too long, it's too much to bear."

The chewing gum stuck to her face too tightly, no matter how hard she tried to remove it, it just became a black and messy clump. It made Xiangwan's complexion even paler, and there was something comical about it.

She gave up the fight with the chewing gum and looked at Jiang Qingran, saying: "So what"

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