As soon as this thought crossed Han Zhihui's brain, his hand grabbed her wrist.

It was only when he touched the softness of her skin that he realized that he had done something unconsciously.

What is he holding onto? Want to help her check if her injuries are serious? But doesn't he just want her to have a bad time? Is her injury serious, and what does it matter to him?

Han Zhihui scolded himself in his heart for being a nervous disorder, and at the same time slowly relaxed the strength of holding Cheng Weiwan's wrist.

As his fingertips were about to leave her skin, he and her eyes met as he held her, and she turned her head to look at each other.

Her eyes were very light, not mixed with any emotion, but she looked at him a little weak.

He knew that she couldn't see what he was thinking in his heart, but he was a little flustered by her, this feeling was something he had never had, he instinctively wanted to hide his panic, but he couldn't think of what kind of words to use for a while, the more so, the more anxious he became, when he caught a glimpse of the wound on her forehead out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly said: "When you come tomorrow, remember to treat the wound on your forehead, you look at your fierce and ugly appearance, don't scare your son!" ”

With that, he let go of her wrist and went into the bathroom without looking back.

When he closed the bathroom door, he saw her not far behind him through the clean mirror in front of him, and after listening to what he said, his eyelids drooped slightly, and there was a touch of emotion similar to injury, flashing from the corners of her pursed lips.

The force with which he held the doorknob suddenly increased, and in the next second, he locked the door fiercely, isolating her from view.

Through the door, he heard her pull open the door and walk out.

Because he was in the bathroom of the bedroom, the sound in the living room, he couldn't really hear it, but he could still faintly hear some rustling sounds.

There was a movement, unusually large, as if she had fallen to the ground.

His body instinctively tensed, and he subconsciously wanted to open the door, but before he could do it, the thought was just swirling in his heart, and he forcibly dispelled it.

After a long while, the door to the living room was pulled open and shut.

The whole suite was completely silent.

He slowly straightened up, walked to the rain, and turned on the faucet.

When he took a shower, he saw that his body was also stained with some blood.

He knew it was hers.

The curling water vapor blurred his vision, and he vaguely seemed to see her dragging her broken body, limping away, his heart, suddenly spread a piercing pain, the pain made him almost crazy, he suddenly raised his hand, and hammered his fist on the tile in front of him.

A sharp pain crept from the back of his hand into his heart, and blood trickled down the wall and fell to the floor.

He's not like that, isn't he...... After he drove her out of his world, he had been living well, eating, drinking, and having fun every day, having a good temper and good mood, making a lot of money and squandering it, he never thought of her, nor did he look for her, she was like a ball of air to him...... But when she reappeared in his world, how did he become like this...... Even he himself can't believe it, everything he does is what he does.