[Comprehensive Korean drama] Female lead, let go of the male supporting role

Although Harry bled a lot, fortunately it was only a skin trauma.

After the doctor bandaged his wound, he looked at Han Chengyun whose hands were also covered in blood, and said, "Aren't you going to treat the wound?"

"Ah?" Han Chengyun was puzzled, looked down, only to find that his hand had also been punctured at some point, and the shattered but sharp glass shards were still embedded in the flesh.Maybe it was because his heart hurt so much that he didn't even notice the wound on his hand.Han Chengyun shook his head anxiously and said, "No need."

The doctor frowned: "I advise you to deal with it, it will be troublesome if you get infected."

Han Chengyun insisted: "It's really unnecessary, thank you."

Harry's eyes fell on his hands, his eyes darkened, he turned his head away, parted his lips, but finally said nothing.

On the car home, the two were silent all the way.

Harry was browsing the night scene flying by outside the car window, while Han Seungyun kept his head buried, as if he was asleep.

Back home, Harry went upstairs without saying a word.

Han Chengyun stood in the empty hall for a while, then turned back to his room.

He came to the bathroom and pulled out the glass shards embedded in his palm one by one.

It hurts, it hurts so badly.

Han Chengyun didn't know why he tortured himself like this, maybe he wanted to atone for Harry in this way?

Harry's sentence "Just because I'm a damn cripple, even you can easily hurt me" stabbed Han Seungyun deeply.As proud as Harry, it turned out that he also buried an indelible inferiority complex.

Such a Harry made Han Chengyun's heart throb with pain.

He regretted his actions today because he was too impatient.

He obviously wanted to wait until Harry had his revenge, but at that moment, he seemed to be haunted by something, and rushed over desperately.

In the end, there was only a lose-lose end.

Tears welled up again.

Han Chengyun didn't dare to make a sound, bit his lips tightly, blocking the sob outlet.

He turned up the faucet to the maximum and put his bloodied hand under it to rinse.

Biting cold water hit the open wound, excruciatingly painful.

Han Chengyun didn't stop until the washed water no longer contained a trace of red.

He needs sleep.

Han Chengyun thought, when he woke up, everything would be back to normal.

He turned off the light, lay down on the bed with all his clothes on, and closed his eyes tightly.

Harry, on the other hand, wasn't much better.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the thick night outside the window, as if he was in a daze, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The windows were wide open, and the biting wind blew in, knocking back the warmth in the room and enveloping Harry in it.

Harry needed the cold to keep his mind clear.

He tried his best to sort out what happened today, but found that the more he sorted it out, the more chaotic it became, so chaotic that he couldn't even remember how everything happened.

But there is only one thing, but it is very clear.

At the moment when Han Chengyun rushed forward to hug him, when the warmth passed through layers of barriers, his heart jumped vigorously.

However, his heart couldn't beat, and his body couldn't be warmed.

If the hard ice in the heart is melted, will the hatred in the heart also disappear?

Therefore, he eagerly pushed Han Chengyun away to isolate the heat source.

He will keep freezing his heart until his revenge is avenged.

I just don't know, will Han Chengyun be willing to hug him after revenge?

The computer made a "beep" sound, and a message was sent.

Harry let out a long breath and walked over to check.

Friend: Han Taejun asked me to investigate Han Seungyun.

Harry paused, his fingers flying rapidly across the computer keyboard.

Harry: Report to him everything you know.

Friend: You told Han Taejun today that he is your cousin, so, about your relationship...

Harry: Micheal Kim is my aunt, and he is my cousin, so he is naturally Micheal Kim's son.

Friend: I know what to say now.

Friend: What are you going to do about Zoe?

Zoe?

Harry raised his forehead, he almost forgot that Zoe was taken away by Han Zhengyu at the party.

Harry: She's a smart woman who knows what to do.

Friend: Are you not afraid that she will rekindle her old love for Han Zhengyu?

Harry: Resurrection?Then she would be a firemaker, and death would not be a pity.

Harry: Regarding investment, did Han Taejun say anything?

Friend: No.I don't think he was suspicious.

Harry: Very good.

After finishing the chat, Harry leaned back on the chair, feeling a little restless in his heart.

Even though everything is going smoothly, why is it that my heart is still oppressed like a big rock, and I can't breathe?

It seems that he has to speed up the progress.

Get to know everything here as soon as possible and go back to France as soon as possible.

******

The next day, when Harry went downstairs, the dining table was not filled with a sumptuous breakfast as usual, but empty.

On the mirror-like floor of the living room, there was a long string of blood beads, spreading all the way to the door of Han Chengyun's room.

Harry frowned.

I wonder if his wound...does it matter?Have you dealt with it?

Harry came to the door of Han Chengyun's room and grabbed the doorknob, but he didn't have the courage to push the door open.

After hesitating for a long time, Harry stepped back.

Harry came to the kitchen, warmed a glass of milk, and toasted two slices of toast for breakfast.

Just as the toast popped out of the toaster, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Harry saw Han Zhengyu's face on the video call, he must have come here for Zoe's business.

"I'm here today because of Zoe..." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zhengyu inadvertently glanced at the long string of blood beads on the floor, his expression tightened suddenly, and he quickly inspected Harry's face, Bypass him and rush towards the direction where the blood beads spread.

Harry was stunned by his inexplicable behavior, and when he saw the direction he was rushing towards, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately followed.

Han Zhengyu pushed open the door, rushed in, and saw Han Seungyun curled up on the floor, with his eyes closed, his lips dark and purple, and his face didn't have a trace of blood, but was stained with a lot of blood.

Han Zhengyu came to Han Chengyun's side in one stride, and helped him up from the ground, but his tentacles were cold, like a... dead person.

Instinctively probed for his breath, although it was weak, it was still there.

Han Zhengyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Han Chengyun horizontally, turned around and walked out.

Harry blocked the door and said coldly, "Put him down."

Han Zhengyu looked stern: "Didn't you see? He is very sick and needs to be sent to the hospital immediately."

"If you want to give it away, I will do it too." Harry's gaze turned Han Chengyun's pale face, met Han Zhengyu's sight, and emphasized again: "Please let him go."

Han Zhengyu was irritated by his attitude, "If it wasn't for you..." He suddenly stopped, hastily avoiding Harry's sight, and said instead: "I suspect that you intentionally hurt someone, please keep a distance from the victim. Now , I want to send the victim to a doctor, please get out of the way immediately, and don't hinder me from performing official duties!"

I wouldn't be bothered to help you if I didn't see you as a cripple.

Han Zhengyu probably wanted to say that, right?

Harry suddenly wanted to laugh.

14 years ago, Han Taejun made him look like this. Fourteen years later, Han Taejun's son taunted him with this.

What an irony.

Harry's body was trembling, and he was trying his best to suppress the mad surging killing intent in his chest.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a while, Han Zhengyu didn't have the patience to wait any longer, and rushed straight over with Han Chengyun in his arms, knocked Harry away easily, and left quickly.

Harry fell to the ground like a lifeless sculpture, shattered into thousands of pieces.

When he was alone in the empty house, Harry finally let out a laugh.

The laughter became louder and louder, stirring up layers of echoes.

Laughing and laughing, tears rolled down.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!"

He roared crazily. He waved the crutch in his hand and hit the door, the wall, the vase, and himself.

Tears flowed down crazily, this was the first time he shed tears in 14 years.

Harry swore it was the last time he would cry in his life.