The bedroom was quiet, except for the occasional crumbling sound of Cheng Weiwan flipping through the papers.

I don't know how long it took, Cheng Weiwan, who was tired of reading, closed the book, rubbed his eyes, and prepared to go to the bathroom to sleep, but before he got up, he heard Han Zhihui on the bed and said drunken words: "Late evening, late evening ......"

Cheng Weiwan got up and paused.

His voice wasn't high-pitched, but it was exceptionally clear in a bedroom where there was no sound.

He repeated her name many times before finally having a new vocabulary: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

He was like a repeater, repeating these three words back and forth.

Cheng Weiwan's fingertips couldn't help but bend up and buckle the placket.

I'm sorry...... He apologized to her again and again in his drunken dreams, was it because he really felt sorry for her?

Does this mean that what he said to her some time ago is true, he really likes her, and he really wants to start over with her?

"Late, I'm sorry ......"

"Sorry for the late ......"

His voice penetrated her ears again, making her heart shake slightly.

She knows that she shouldn't have such a vacillation, people can be cheap once, but they can't be cheap again and again, but in the face of someone who really loves, who can really not be cheap?

But wavering is shaken, and it is only shaken.

There's no way she'll be with him again.

It's not with him, it's with anyone who can't be together anymore.

So, she didn't have to worry about the dream words he said anymore.

Cheng Weiwan thought about it, so he got up and went into the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, before she rushed to the bed, she heard Han Zhihui's whisper again: "Wanwan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Wanwan ......"

Cheng Weiwan stopped, stood at the door of the bathroom, listened to Han Zhihui's words repeated over and over for a while, and then turned around and walked to the balcony.

Cheng Weiwan waited until Han Zhihui was completely quiet before turning back to the bedroom from the balcony.

Lying on the bed, she obviously didn't think about anything, but she felt that her heart was in chaos, she stared at the ceiling, looked at it for a long time, and only when the sky outside the window was slightly white, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know if it was affected by Han Zhihui's dream words, Cheng Weiwan didn't sleep soundly this night, and she woke up not long after.

Sitting up, what I saw was that the door of the bathroom was opened, and Han Zhihui, who was wearing a home coat and holding a towel, and wiping his wet hair, walked out of it.

Han Zhihui also saw Cheng Weiwan, he wiped his hair, stopped, and then said out loud: "Awake?" ”

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak, just nodded lightly at Han Zhihui, and then lifted the quilt and entered the bathroom.

When she came out after washing, Han Zhihui had already dried her hair, sat on the sofa refreshed, and was reading the morning newspaper.

Cheng Weiwan didn't bother him, and walked directly towards the bedroom door, ready to go to see Hanhan.

It's just that she hasn't taken two steps before Han Zhihui, who was reading the newspaper, spoke up: "Late? ”

Cheng Weiwan stopped and looked back at Han Zhihui.

Han Zhihui stared at the newspaper for a moment before turning his gaze to Cheng Weiwan's face: "Wanwan, if you really feel so like leaving me......"