Chapter 89 He was the man you loved the most in the past
No one expected that Chu Qianli would take action against Han Zhan.
The Korean War itself was unexpected.
With a squeaking sound, Han Zhan felt a pain in his arm.
Looking back, Chu Qianli turned around and returned firmly to the position where she just stood.
This skill is neat and clean!
This speed is incredibly fast!
How is it possible that Chu Qianli, the idiot from before, could do this?
"Ah! Han Zhan, you are bleeding!"
Chu Huaiyu, who was standing with Han Zhan, exclaimed, his almond-shaped eyes widened, staring at Han Zhan's arm.
Han Zhan's eyes were still on Chu Qianli, unable to take them away.
The Chu Qianli in front of her had a pair of beautiful cloud eyes, and there was an aura of coldness that she had never seen before.
Those big eyes were full of uninhibitedness and sarcasm.
So dazzling!
Yet so cold and proud!
Is this still the pretentious Chu Qianli in his impression, licking his face and pestering him?
"Han Zhan, you lost a lot of blood, how are you?"
Chu Huaiyu's voice finally brought Han Zhan back to his consciousness.
When he looked down, he saw a lot of shallow wounds on his arms and blood on his sleeves.
Only then did Han Zhan realize that he felt pain.
"Sister!" Chu Huaiyu was frightened. This time, she knelt down with a plop.
"Sister, I made all the mistakes, and they were all my fault. Please don't hurt Han Zhan, he still likes you!"
"Huaiyu, what nonsense are you talking about?" Han Zhan's face darkened.
Chu Huaiyu begged Chu Qianli pitifully, but Chu Qianli remained expressionless and looked at her coldly.
Han Zhan's heart was suddenly stung by Chu Huaiyu.
"Huaiyu, get up quickly. There's no need to beg her. I'm not afraid of her revenge!"
Chu Huaiyu still looked sad: "No, she is Princess Xuan now, and her status is even more noble than before."
"Han Zhan, don't fight her, we can't fight her."
She knelt and took two steps toward Chu Qianli.
It was still Chu Chu pitifully pleading: "Sister, Han Zhan only has you in his heart. He and I have nothing to do with each other. Don't get me wrong."
"Please, for the sake of his love for you, please spare him!"
"Huaiyu, stop talking nonsense. I only hate this woman and have absolutely no personal feelings for her!"
Although Chu Qianli's transformation had just made Han Zhan look in a daze for a moment.
However, at this moment, I saw Chu Huaiyu's sadness and Chu Qianli's indifferent face.
Han Zhan's past disgust for Chu Qianli suddenly came back completely.
He pulled Chu Huaiyu and said softly: "Don't beg her! Get up quickly!"
"Han Zhan, we..." Chu Huaiyu looked up at him with an uneasy look on his face.
Han Zhan said in a deep voice: "I will protect you, don't be afraid."
"The Korean War..."
"Okay, how long will you continue to act pretentious in front of me?"
Chu Qianli put away the knife, looked at the two of them sideways, snorted coldly, turned around and left.
"No, she's going to complain to Prince Xuan." Chu Huaiyu panicked as soon as he thought about it.
She broke free from Han Zhan's hand and rushed over quickly.
There was another thud, and he knelt in front of Chu Qianli, blocking her way.
"Sister, this is all my fault. Please spare Han Zhan. He really cares about you. Please spare him!"
"What a joke, does it matter whether he has me in his heart or not?"
Chu Qianli lowered her eyes and looked at her so-called sister who knelt down and apologized to him at every turn.
She sneered: "There's no need to act like this in front of me. If you don't know, you'd think I'd done something sinister to you!"
"No, it's all my own fault. You can punish me however you want."
Chu Huaiyu burst into tears and suddenly rushed over and hugged Chu Qianli's leg:
"Han Zhan is the man you loved most in the past. Please consider your past relationship with him and don't hurt him again. Please!"
Chu Qianli frowned, looking at Chu Huaiyu who was hugging her calf like a dog, and was about to push her away.
Not far away, a voice that was so familiar that it made one's heart tremble, with an unpleasant aura, came coldly: "The man you loved most in the past?"
