Why say this? Previously, Zhang Sanfeng didn’t return ho and lived alone outside. The elders could imagine his proud self-esteem, actually unwilling to appear in public with the face of a cripple. Not to ntion the embarrassnt of being unable to walk and needing to be carried. In the past, Zhang Sanfeng would certainly be even more reluctant to show such a disgraceful side at the Zhong Family.
On the second floor, in Zhong Qiaohui’s room. A servant who had just delivered breakfast was walking out. Zhang Sanfeng thus entered the room in his wheelchair.
Across the screen of the young lady’s room, Zhong Qiaohui lay alone on the bed.
Upon hearing the report, the mother accompanying her daughter knew he had arrived, stood up, bypassed the screen, and softly said to him, "I’ll leave for a while, you can talk to her."
It was evident that the Zhong Family knew who Zhong Qiaohui liked. But unfortunately, this daughter had been experiencing one-sided love for years, and Zhang Sanfeng remained silent. Would the Zhong Family really have to beg Zhang Sanfeng to marry their daughter?
Thinking back now, it seems these young people probably owed each other in a previous life, constantly tornting each other until this outco.
The mother sighed deeply, left the room, and closed the door.
The room thus fell into silence.
Zhang Sanfeng thought about it, spoke without deliberately bypassing the screen to talk to her, but instead, looking at her blurred silhouette cast on the screen, reachable yet untouchable, furrowed his brows as he spoke.
"Qiaohui."
Basically, he hadn’t called her na for a very, very long ti. It seed he had never really seen her. As a child, he looked down on her arrogantly, the only na he could call her was the nickna he gave her - Little Toad.
Hearing this na, one realizes how self-destructive they were back then.
What does a little girl actually understand? She only knows that growing up, looking back at all of this now, it’s true, as parents and grandparents said, she owed him in her previous life, otherwise, why would she tornt herself like this.
Alright then, everything is fine now, no need to repay him anymore. Because in this life, she has to repay another man. Therefore, there is no need to look at his expression anymore.
At least there was a man who once told her he loved her for a lifeti, willing to do anything for her.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the screen, seeing her lying on the bed seemingly move slightly, which made him feel she probably heard his voice. Gathering his courage, he spoke, "Qiaohui, listen to , things aren’t as bad as you think."
From behind the screen, her voice slowly ca out. It sounded slightly weak, different from her usual lively personality, yet the tone and timbre maintained her consistent strong stance.
"Isn’t he your brother?" she said this way.
The question seed to be asked reasonably. Speaking of kinship, he should be more sorrowful than her, after all, losing a brother.
Zhang Sanfeng slightly lowered his eyelids and said, "Yes, he is my brother, so I know, I understand him."
"What do you understand about him?"
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanfeng finally said, "I think he isn’t dead yet. Whether you believe it or not, I hope you can trust . You know I have a sixth sense beyond ordinary people."
Originally, after saying these words, he thought she would at least react, even if she didn’t believe or accept this, expressing anger and shock, arguing with him like in the past.
Who knew, she would sit up from bed, her voice very calm, articulating every word clearly, "If you just ca to tell this, what I can tell you is, how could I not know?"
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