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The three of them hesitated, none daring to step forward.
What’s wrong? Just because I got shot, you don’t recognize me anymore? I looked at the three of them and joked.
As soon as I finished speaking, Lin Mu Xi rushed up to me. She looked at the bandage wrapped around my head and the one on my abdomen, tears streaming down her face. To avoid touching my wounds, she bent down and hugged my arm, crying uncontrollably.
If the people outside the ward saw this, they would definitely suspect I had done something terrible.
Alright, alright, I’m fine! Seeing you cry so hard, I thought I was dead!
Lin Mu Xi hugged me even tighter at my words, sobbing, “Zhao Lun, you jerk!”
I gently patted her back. “Yes, yes, I’m a jerk.”
Don’t be fooled by Lin Mu Xi’s usual act of maturity; she’s only a few months older than me and is the youngest among the three girls.
At the same time, I turned to look at Ouyang Zhirou. Although she stood still, her face betrayed her as she struggled not to cry.
“Ouyang Zhirou, don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Hearing this, she hesitated for a moment before rushing toward me in tears and hugging my other arm.
“Do you know how scared I was? I’ve already lost my mother; I don’t want to lose you too.”
I never realized how important a place I held in her heart until now.
After last night, many of my thoughts changed drastically. The most intuitive feeling was that both Lin Mu Xi and Ouyang Zhirou held significant places in my heart. Call me fickle or shameless if you will; this is something only those who have truly experienced life and death can understand.
It’s not that I intended to isolate Wang Ju'en; it’s just that with these two crying on me like this, my priority was clearly to comfort them first. As for Wang Ju'en, I still held a skeptical attitude toward her—this woman is definitely not simple!
Wang Ju'en sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, watching this drama unfold.
After a minute, the two of them slowly stopped crying and released their grip on my arms.
Biologically speaking, men generally have a higher water content than women, but considering they both cried for several minutes—women are truly made of water!
“Zhao Lun, you’re such a lucky guy!”
I felt like I had heard this somewhere before.
There’s no helping it; elegant ladies attract gentlemen.
As Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi finally pulled themselves out of their sorrowful emotions and heard my words, their moods swung like a roller coaster.
"What does Zhao Lun mean?" This question appeared simultaneously in both of their minds.
How interesting, my dad will come to Lake City tonight. He'll have a talk with you, and I won't be joining you; I have more important matters to attend to. Oh, by the way, consider this a reminder from a friend: be careful, they definitely won't show up just once!
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