The pink roses were blooming fervently, but Ye Ranran barely glanced at them. "What are you doing here?"
"I’ve been missing you. It’s been several days since I saw you." Gao Han gazed at her affectionately.
Ye Ranran nearly spat out her words at his comment: "But I don’t want to see you."
Gao Han looked at her with sad eyes: "Why do you insist on keeping me distant?"
Ye Ranran twitched at the corner of her mouth: "Gao Han, the moment you told me you loved Ye Tianjiao, everything ended between us. How many times do I need to say this before you understand?"
"I know, I hurt you that time. I was bewitched, I failed you, but can you give me another chance?" Gao Han pleaded, holding Ye Ranran’s hand.
"Gao Han, have you gone crazy?" Ye Ranran struggled. "Let go of me."
"No, this time I will never let go. Trust me, I will treat you well." Gao Han promised earnestly.
Ye Ranran didn’t want to argue with him at the company’s entrance: "Let’s discuss things properly, can you let go of my hand first?"
"No, I know, once I let go, you will definitely return to Jun Mochan. I beg you, can you give me another chance? I will surely treat you well." Gao Han begged in a low voice.
Ye Ranran felt that if this continued, her arm would eventually be ground to dust in his grasp.
She squinted coldly: "No, haven’t you come to terms with reality yet? I don’t love you anymore, I’m married, I’ve been someone else’s wife for a long time now. Do you think there’s a chance for us to turn back?"
As they argued, they moved outdoors, and to avoid being watched, Ye Ranran subtly moved to the side.
Just as Gao Han was about to say something, he felt a rustling wind above his head and subconsciously looked up.
The sight above him made his eyes widen, and after snapping back to reality, he forcefully pushed Ye Ranran forward.
Ye Ranran also reacted quickly, sensing something was wrong, she fiercely pulled Gao Han away.
"Bam!" A massive sound echoed as Gao Han’s leg got trapped under something heavy.
He grunted and fell to the ground.
"Gao Han, are you okay?" Ye Ranran asked worriedly.
Gao Han gave her a comforting smile. Just as Ye Ranran was about to say something, her phone rang from inside her bag.
"It must be Jun Mochan." Ye Ranran’s hand trembled as she pulled out her phone.
"Don’t answer it." Gao Han reached to snatch the phone from Ye Ranran’s hand.
His movement strained his wound, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead from the resulting pain.
Ye Ranran didn’t notice something was off with him. As he called out, her hand involuntarily leaped up to slide and answer the call.
"Where are you?" Jun Mochan’s gentle voice came from the earpiece.
Hearing his voice, Ye Ranran’s frantic heart suddenly settled, "Something happened."
Ye Ranran explained the situation to Jun Mochan. Upon hearing that a plaque had fallen down, Jun Mochan’s heart skipped a beat.
"Call an ambulance now, I’ll be there soon." Jun Mochan said.
Seeing Gao Han’s pale face, Ye Ranran nodded vigorously: "Ok, I’ll call an ambulance."
Gao Han suppressed the pain in his foot, hearing Ye Ranran’s words, he felt bitter.
In the past, when he was injured, she would be frantic, as if the sky was falling.
And now? She didn’t even give him a single glance.
"Mm..." Gao Han moaned on purpose.
Just as he expected, Ye Ranran’s attention was caught: "How are you feeling?"
"It hurts everywhere. Tell me, if my leg ends up disabled, would you take care of me for the rest of my life?" Gao Han asked, grasping Ye Ranran’s hand.