Chapter 993: Hug (8)

Book of Heaven

The housekeeper told him that she had not only seen her secretly hiding and crying alone. Tianshu Tianshu .Chinese.com

She chose the location so hidden, I'm afraid that the housekeeper will see it, and it's only a small part of the number of times she cries, right?

When he came home at noon, the butler said that she had just cried, and now he had witnessed her crying again...... In just one day, he knew, she had cried twice......

Han Zhihui felt like his heart had been cut into pieces with a knife, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even use the strength to breathe.

She didn't notice him, she was still crying.

He saw her tugging at the fingertips of her clothes, trembling.

Han Zhihui couldn't help but purse the corners of his lips, he wanted to step forward, but his feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and he couldn't move.

After an unknown amount of time, the trembling amplitude of her body gradually became smaller.

Han Zhihui knew that she should have cried enough, he was afraid that she would suddenly get up and see him, he subconsciously raised his feet, quietly retreated backwards, and retreated to the front of the car, he didn't even take the cigarette he wanted to come over, went directly into the house, and went upstairs.

He stood in front of the window of the study, stared in the direction of the garden for a while, and finally saw her.

It may be that she has been squatting for too long, the soles of her feet are numb, and she is limping when she walks.

I don't know if it's his delusion, he thinks she's thinner than some time ago.

She entered the room, and not long after, there was the sound of footsteps coming in through the unclosed study door behind her.

But soon, with the sound of a door closing, the sound of her footsteps disappeared from her ears.

She must have gone back to her bedroom, he thought.

Maybe it's because of the morning exercise, just after half a day of work, Han Zhihui is really a little tired now, he originally planned to go out to smoke a cigarette, relax his spirit, and go back to the room to rest.

But at this moment, he thought of the picture of Cheng Hanwu who was relieved when she went to the bathroom with her son in her arms after waking up at noon, and this thought was dispelled from his consciousness without even he noticing it.

Han Zhihui didn't know how long he had been standing on the balcony of the study, until his legs were numb and stiff, he walked out of the study and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

Cheng Weiwan had fallen asleep, but her eyebrows were still frowning, as if she was uneasy about something.

On the bedside table, there was a small bottle of medicine and half a glass of water, and Han Zhihui knew that the medicine was an antidepressant medicine.

Han Zhihui's fingertips shook instinctively, and then he stared at Cheng Weiwan and walked away.

During this period of time, the scenes that happened were constantly scurrying around in his mind as if they had been spelled.

Images of her taking antidepressants, images of her washing her hands repeatedly in the bathroom, images of her crouching under a tree crying......

The more Han Zhihui thought about it, the tighter his chest became, and in the end, as if he couldn't stay, he quickly entered the dressing room, changed his clothes, and left the villa overnight.

Han Zhihui drove back to the deserted streets of Beijing late at night, speeding for an unknown amount of time, and then slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road.

He had fled from her, but when he stopped driving, the images of her still flashed back in his mind.

Han Zhihui hurriedly lit a cigarette, wanting to use the taste of nicotine to ease his thoughts.

But as he smoked a cigarette, he remembered what the butler had said when he came home in the afternoon......

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