The actress traveled through the drama, went crazy online, and killed the male lead every day

Wen Han was so absorbed in looking at the photo album that he didn't notice that Jiang Zongnan had woken up. Jiang Zongnan himself had never thought that he could wake up again, so his last words on the snowy field were sincere, for he was afraid that he would be killed and Wen Han would be unable to hold on. It was really God's blessing that he could wake up. The anesthetic had worn off long ago, and he felt a pain in his back, but he could bear it and didn't feel anything. The night light was on in the ward, and he saw Wen Han by the bed, probably looking at his mobile phone. The blue light reflected on his face, there was an indescribable coldness. Although Wen Han was good-looking, he was always frowning, and his temperament was gloomy, which could not be concealed even with a mask.

No one knew what he was looking at. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice he woke up. Jiang Zongnan didn't disturb him. Being able to look at Wen Han so quietly was a blessing he had earned in his previous life. If he had prayed to Buddha, he would have gone to fulfill his wish.

Wen Han noticed his gaze and suddenly raised his head. He was extremely surprised. He hurriedly put down his phone and leaned forward, "Jiang Zongnian, you're awake!"

He had taken good care of Jiang Zongnan these past few days, wiping his face, hands, and shaving his stubble. Apart from looking pale, Jiang Zongnan did not look in a miserable state.

Wen Han's eyes instantly turned red and he was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. Jiang Zongnan raised his hand and wanted to touch his face, but as soon as he raised his hand, Wen Han held it.

"It's great to see you again."

Wen Han said softly, "I told you that you will be fine."

"Yes, more spiritual than the Buddha."

Wen Han felt sore and soft in his heart, as if he had many grievances to express, but he didn't know where to start, so he just asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Kind of."

Wen Han wanted to get up and call the doctor, but Jiang Zongnian held his hand and said, "Don't worry, stay with me for a while."

The two of them were silent for a while, but the atmosphere was very warm. Wen Han let him hold her hand and pulled the chair closer. Jiang Zongnian asked, "What were you watching just now?"

Wen Han took his phone and said, "Album."

"..." Jiang Zongnian's face felt a little hot after his secrets of many years were discovered. He secretly took many photos, like a voyeur, treasured many moments of Wen Han, as if to record his every move, especially after the snow mountain four years ago. He wanted to save every frown and smile of Wen Han and treasure them slowly.

“Why do you take so many pictures?”

Jiang Zongnan looked at his face deeply, which had long been engraved in his bones and became a brand. Years of secret love and the moments he casually recorded with photos became his most secret happiness in his spare time.

"I used to think that you and I were in the same household registration book, and we were not destined to be together in this life, but I was greedy, so I thought it would be good to leave a little memory, so I often took pictures of you and recorded videos, and gradually it became a habit." Jiang Zongnian did not hide it from him. The mood was different at that time, and it didn't feel so bitter when he talked about it. "I often look through it, and it always feels new."

Wen Han felt very sad. It was really hard for Jiang Zongnan to persist alone for so many years and have to endure his hatred.

"You...you also took pictures of me when you were in the Shadow Society."

"Hmm!" Jiang Zongnian also felt strange. "You were so rude at the time, never had a good look on my face, and were so hostile to me. I couldn't help but take many photos of you. I couldn't sleep at night during the Shadow Club, and I kept looking through the photos. I even suspected that I was a pervert."

Wen Han, "..."

It's quite similar.

She knew that she liked her younger brother, but she was peeping into another person's life and even kept his photos in her photo album.

"You..." Wen Han's eyes were a little red.

"Wen Han, no matter what you become, my heartbeat will recognize you before I do." It was difficult for Jiang Zongnan to explain this attraction in detail. Every time he saw Wen Han, he was inexplicably attracted. No matter how clear-headed he was, he would be attracted involuntarily. He had a very painful two days at the Shadow Club. Although the person he liked was by his side, all his attention was on another person. The guilt made him suffer.

"Where did you learn to be so smooth-talking?" Wen Han muttered quietly, but his ears turned red.

Jiang Zongnian said with a smile, "While you are weak and barely breathing, you may be a little soft-hearted towards me. Of course I have to strike while the iron is hot and say something nice, just in case my dear softens her heart. To be honest, you have never given me a good face."

Wen Han, "Who is to blame for this?"

"Blame me!" Jiang Zongnan readily admitted his mistake. He had said so much that he inevitably felt a little weak. After all, he had just escaped death and was forcing himself to stay awake and talk to Wen Han.

Wen Han also felt distressed and didn't want to toss and turn in the middle of the night, "Go to sleep and take care of yourself first."

He leaned over and tucked his hands under the covers.

Jiang Zongnian stared at him intently, his eyes dark and bright, "The last sentence, I heard your promise before I passed out, does it still count?"

Wen Han froze, "..."