Zhou Zhao asked Lin Zhiyi to stall Li Huan while he hurried to buy fish.
As it happened, Lin Zhiyi was just about to meet Sang Ran so she agreed.
Some things are better clarified by oneself.
When she arrived at the door of the ward, the Gong Family and the Sang Family had already left, leaving only Li Huan and Sang Li discussing Sang Ran’s condition. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Upon seeing her, Li Huan suddenly closed his mouth.
Lin Zhiyi felt it strange, but just as she was about to ask, Sang Li diverted the topic.
"Didn’t Zhou Zhao come with you?"
"He..." Lin Zhiyi tiptoed closer to Sang Li’s ear, "like this..."
Sang Li listened and felt utterly embarrassed, glancing briefly at Li Huan.
Li Huan felt a premonition of something bad: "What are you two whispering about?"
"Nothing."
Lin Zhiyi immediately hid behind Sang Li, which to others looked like her complete trust in Sang Li, as well as an intimate gesture between lovers.
Li Huan and Sang Li were both startled for a moment.
At this very moment, Gong Chen walked out of the ward, his dark eyes fixed on Lin Zhiyi’s hand that was linked with Sang Li.
Upon noticing, Lin Zhiyi slightly lifted her eyes to meet those deep ones.
Then swiftly, she looked away with a strange and cold detachment.
Gong Chen’s gaze lingered for a few seconds, then darkened with self-mockery: "I’m leaving."
He walked past Lin Zhiyi without looking back.
Li Huan immediately said, "I’ll go check on him."
After the two had left, Sang Li then turned around to look at Lin Zhiyi.
"It’s alright, go in. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
Lin Zhiyi pushed open the door.
The ward had a heavy scent of disinfectant, and Sang Ran leaned on the pillow, her face deathly pale, staring blankly out the window.
Upon hearing the noise, she turned to Lin Zhiyi and her eyes reddened.
Seeing Sang Ran like this, Lin Zhiyi felt even more guilty.
The scene of Sang Ran defending her in front of Wen Qing lingered in her mind.
Perhaps Sang Ran was also suffering greatly.
Lin Zhiyi walked to the bedside, and pulled the blanket up to cover Sang Ran’s bloodless hands.
"Xiao Ran, I’m sorry."
"Don’t, don’t say that, it’s my own fault for scaring you with my poor health," Sang Ran managed a bitter smile.
"Xiao Ran, Mr. Sang and I are serious. I visited Third Young Master yesterday after notifying Mr. Sang in advance, and Li Huan was with me the entire evening, don’t overthink it," Lin Zhiyi explained.
"Okay."
Sang Ran’s voice was very faint, her mood increasingly depressed.
Lin Zhiyi continued, "Don’t worry, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I think we probably won’t see each other after this. I plan to pursue further studies, and the day should be set soon."
"Further studies?" A glimmer of interest appeared in Sang Ran’s eyes.
No matter the reason, Lin Zhiyi didn’t care; she didn’t want to hurt Sang Ran.
She nodded, "I’ve discussed it with Mr. Sang. Conveniently, he also has to deal with some things abroad, and he will accompany me for a period of time."
Sang Ran chuckled softly, "My brother is really good to you."
Lin Zhiyi saw her expression soften and continued, "He is indeed. However, I probably won’t be able to attend your wedding with Third Young Master."
"It’s alright. Your own matters are more important."
After Sang Ran finished speaking, she realized that her tone might have been too cheerful.
As if she couldn’t wait for Lin Zhiyi to leave quickly.
She looked down, ashamed, "Zhiyi, do you also think I..."
"No, and besides, the Gong Family definitely doesn’t want me to appear at your wedding," Lin Zhiyi said casually, "Xiao Ran, I wish you happiness."
Sang Ran looked up, gratefully, "Zhiyi, thank you for your blessings. Third Young Master and I will surely be happy."
"Okay."
Lin Zhiyi saw that Sang Ran’s complexion was still poor and did not linger. She got up and left.
Exiting the ward.
Sang Li stood at the door, gestured for Sang Ran to rest well and regain her strength, and then closed the door.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you back."
"Alright."
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