After the car drove a long distance, Cheng Weiwan vaguely knew where Han Zhihui was going.

Her hand subconsciously clenched the placket of her clothes.

After about five or six minutes, the familiar community fell into Cheng Weiwan's field of vision.

It's really exactly the same as she thought, Han Zhihui brought her to Yongyi Garden.

The place that had carried all his and her good past, but also all her nightmares.

Cheng Weiwan grabbed the fingertips of the placket, and couldn't help but increase his strength.

When the car drove to the familiar downstairs, the only bit of blood on Cheng Weiwan's face had faded completely.

She stared through the window at the streetlights across the building, her fingertips trembling.

Even after two years have passed, she still remembers vividly how she experienced pain and suffering when she stood there night after night.

The car stopped steadily, and Han Zhihui didn't say a word, so he got out of the car first.

Cheng Weiwan stayed in the car for a while before shaking his fingertips and pushing the car door.

Han Zhihui saw her get out of the car, still didn't say anything, and stepped on the steps into the apartment building.

Cheng Weitai followed step by step.

As the elevator got closer and closer to the floor where Han Zhihui's apartment was located, Cheng Weiwan's nails sank deeper and deeper in his palm.

The elevator door opened, Han Zhihui walked to the door, entered the password, and unlocked the door, Cheng Weiwan walked out of the elevator tremblingly.

The apartment should have been cleaned every day, spotlessly clean and clean.

The furnishings inside are exactly the same as before, and nothing has changed.

Standing alone at the door, the past was like a river that had burst its embankment, rushing towards Cheng Weiwan.

She didn't like to cook, but for his sake, she willingly learned to cook dinner for him again and again in the kitchen of this apartment.

Except for him and his first time, it was in the hotel, and later, every time he and her intimacy, almost all in this apartment, bedroom, living room, dining room...... There have been scenes of him and her loving each other.

It was also in this apartment that he knew she was pregnant, and after asking her a few months, he would say something to take it away.

She clearly remembered how panicked and helpless she was that night, she was never so afraid, afraid of losing him, afraid of losing their child, she begged him in a low voice, and even she said that she was willing to end the relationship with him, as long as he didn't let her kill the child, but he didn't show any signs of soft-heartedness, so ruthlessly and cruelly told her that from the beginning, he approached her, not because of love, but because she was Cheng Weiguo's daughter, and the reason why he was willing to sleep with her was to make her pregnant and kill the child......

"Go take a shower!" Han Zhihui, who poured himself a glass of red wine, saw that Cheng Weiwan was standing at the door and didn't come in, so he frowned slightly.

Cheng Weiwan hurriedly stopped thinking in his mind, lifted his eyelids, and looked at Han Zhihui.

"I don't have that much time to spend with you, you know where the bathroom is." Han Zhihui touched her sight, threw this sentence in a cold tone, took the wine glass, walked to the sofa, and sat down elegantly.

Cheng Weiwan was at the door, stunned for a while, and then mustered up the courage to step into the room, then closed the door and changed his shoes, held his breath, and walked into the bathroom of the master bedroom.