Chapter 293 - Zhou Zhilei, Are You Tired Of Living? (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

From the age of 18-31, Zhou Dayuan had lived for this woman named Jian Han.

She had disappeared for six years, and he had searched for her for six years. Even if she had walked out in his most difficult years, even if she had betrayed their best times, he did not forget. He still remembered their agreement.

Later, she appeared as the proud student of hypnotist Master Bill. She was Young Master Tang’s girlfriend; everything was so ridiculous.

Turns out that he had been the only one standing in the same place. She had led such a good life!

Jian Han pressed her hand over her mouth and cried bitterly. Memories of their past appeared in front of her eyes. Once, they had been so happy.

The hand on her shoulder slowly loosened, Zhou Dayuan stood upright. His white coat hung down, and he recovered the quiet, calm composure he had during the day. He turned around, put one hand on the door handle, and calmly said, “Dr. Jian, congratulations, happy breakup, and I wish you happiness.”

Breaking up had always been her unilateral att.i.tude. He had not agreed before, but today, he agreed.

Happy breakup.

He went out.

When the man left and the door of the changing room closed again, Jian Han slowly slid down against the wall behind her. She sat on the ground, curled up her legs, buried her face, and cried bitterly.

Traitor?

Jian Han was laughing in her heart. He could never understand her pain!

…

Ning Qing stayed in the corridor. About 10 minutes later, the door opened and Zhou Dayuan came out.

“Brother Dayuan.” Ning Qing looked at the man. There was no emotion on the man’s face. His handsome features were calm and composed. His s.h.i.+ny leather shoes made a steady sound on the cold floor.

“Ning Qing, why haven’t you returned to the ward yet?” Zhou Dayuan stopped beside her and asked.

Ning Qing pouted her pink lips in embarra.s.sment. “Brother Dayuan went into the women’s dressing room. I was afraid someone would go in. This is the hospital where you work. If gossip spreads, it would not be good for you and Jian Han’s reputation.”

Zhou Dayuan lifted his lips and smiled warmly. He looked at the girl who was one head shorter than him. Somehow, there was always an inexplicable closeness to her in his heart.

He could not help but reach out and touched Ning Qing’s head. “Go back, it’s all right. Shaoming’s going to look for you if he doesn’t see you soon.”

“Alright…” Ning Qing hesitated and looked back at the dressing room. “Sister Jian?”

Zhou Dayuan withdrew his hand, but his eyebrows did not move. “If you’re worried about her, go in and have a look.”

He walked away.

…

Ning Qing went to the door of the women’s dressing room. She hesitated to knock. Judging by Zhou Dayuan’s appearance just now, the two must not have reconciled.

She was about to raise her hand and knock at the door, but the door opened, and Jian Han walked out.

Ning Qing looked at her. Jian Han’s mood was calm, similar to Zhou Dayuan’s, but her eyes were red, and she looked like she had just cried.

“Sister Jian,” Ning Qing blinked twice and whispered, “I think I must have made a mistake. I’m sorry.”

Jian Han sniffled, stretched out her hand, and rubbed Ning Qing’s small head. “I’m alright. It’s all in the past. It’s alright after we’ve talked it out. Doctor…Zhou and I will have our own lives, but, Ning Qing, you are not allowed to let men into my dressing room in the future,” Jian Han joked.

Ning Qing looked at Jian Han’s gentle and beautiful eyes and thought that when she had first met Jian Han, she felt a little aloof, but in fact, Jian Han was a very gentle little woman deep down.

She must have been a very young and naïve girl when she fell in love with Dayuan.

Her small head had just been touched by Zhou Dayuan, and now it had been touched by Jian Han. Both of them have a lot of tacit understanding in character and action.

After all, how many people would change in six years?

Ning Qing was very sorry. In her heart, Zhou Dayuan gave her a sense of security similar to an older brother’s. If only Jian Han could be her sister-in-law.

But feelings could not be forced. She was an outsider and did not have a say.

“Alright.” Ning Qing nodded and reached for her slim arm. “Jian Han, let’s go.”

…

They went out, Jian Han was going to take Ning Qing back to the ward and leave, but when they reached a corner, they heard someone talking at the entrance of the corridor.

Ning Qing felt that the voice was familiar when she heard it.

Zhou Zhilei!