The housekeeper told him she didn't only catch Cheng Weiwan secretly hiding away to cry just once .
Cheng Weiwan chose such a place to hide . The housekeeper only caught her crying a handful of times, right?
When Han Zhifan came back at noon, the housekeeper said Cheng Weiwan had just been crying . Now, he'd seen her crying with his own eyes . . . In one short day, he knew she cried at least twice . . .
Han Zhifan sensed his heart being cut to pieces by a knife . It hurt so much that he couldn't muster the strength to even breathe .
She hadn't sensed his presence as she cried .
He saw her fingers clutching her clothes shivering frantically .
Han Zhifan couldn't help but purse his lips . He wanted to walk over to her but his feet couldn't move . It was like they were glued to the ground .
After an unknown amount of time had passed, her trembling body gradually calmed down .
Han Zhifan knew she must've cried enough . He was afraid she would suddenly get up and see him, so he silently walked back . He retreated all the way to the front of the car . Without even grabbing the cigarettes he came to get in the first place, he walked right upstairs .
He stood in front of the window of the study . He stared in the direction of the garden for a while before he finally saw her silhouette .
Perhaps she had crouched for too long because she felt pins and needles on the soles of her feet . She limped as she walked .
He wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but he felt like she was a lot skinnier than before .
Not long after entering the house, the sound of footsteps was heard from the open study door behind him .
But soon enough, the sound of her footsteps disappeared with the sound of the door shutting .
He thought she must've gone back to her bedroom to sleep .
Perhaps it was because of the exercise in the afternoon and because he had been busy all day with work that Han Zhifan was a little exhausted now . He originally planned to smoke a cigarette, relax a little, and go back to his room to sleep .
But at that moment, he thought back to the image of Cheng Weiwan carrying her son into the bathroom and letting out a sigh of relief after Cheng Han woke up from his afternoon nap . He didn't even notice he was having that thought before he instinctively banished the thought .
Han Zhifan didn't know just how long he stood on the balcony of his study, but he had pins and needles in his legs . Then he walked out of the study and pushed open the door of his bedroom .
Cheng Weiwan was already asleep, but her brows were tightly furrowed like she was troubled by something .
There was a little bottle of medicine and half a glass of water on the bedside table . Han Zhifan knew the medicine was antidepressants .
Han Zhifan's fingers instinctively trembled and he stared at Cheng Weiwan in a daze .
During this time, scene after scene of what unfolded seemed like a curse, endlessly running in his mind .
The picture of her taking antidepressants; the picture of her repeatedly washing her hands in the bathroom; and the picture of her crouched under the tree, crying . . .
The more Han Zhifan thought about it, the more stifled his chest felt . Eventually, it seemed like he couldn't take it anymore as he quickly walked into the changing room, got changed, and left the villa in the middle of the night .
Han Zhifan drove on the empty roads of Beijing deep into the night . The car flew by for what seemed like an eternity then he suddenly hit the brakes and stopped by the road .
He fled her side, but after he stopped the car, pictures of her still drifted into his mind .
Han Zhifan lit his cigarette in a hurry as he wanted to use the nicotine to relieve him from his thoughts .
But as he smoked and smoked his cigarette, the housekeeper's words back at home in the afternoon drifted into his ears . . .
Chapter 993 Hug 8 Translator Paperplane Editor Caron The housekeeper told him she didn t only catch Cheng Weiwan secretly hiding away to cry just once . Cheng Weiwan chose such a place to hide . The housekeeper only caught her crying a handful of times, right When Han Zhifan came back at noon, the housekeeper said Cheng Weiwan had just been crying . Now, he d seen her crying with his own eyes . . . In one short day, he knew she cried at least twice . . . Han Zhifan sensed his heart being cut to pieces by a knife . It hurt so much that he couldn t muster the strength to even breathe . She hadn t sensed his presence as she cried . He saw her fingers clutching her clothes shivering frantically . Han Zhifan couldn t help but purse his lips . He wanted to walk over to her but his feet couldn t move . It was like they were glued to the ground . After an unknown amount of time had passed, her trembling body gradually calmed down . Han Zhifan knew she must ve cried enough . He was afraid she would suddenly get up and see him, so he silently walked back . He retreated all the way to the front of the car . Without even grabbing the cigarettes he came to get in the first place, he walked right upstairs . He stood in front of the window of the study . He stared in the direction of the garden for a while before he finally saw her silhouette . Perhaps she had crouched for too long because she felt pins and needles on the soles of her feet . She limped as she walked . He wasn t sure if he was seeing things, but he felt like she was a lot skinnier than before . Not long after entering the house, the sound of footsteps was heard from the open study door behind him . But soon enough, the sound of her footsteps disappeared with the sound of the door shutting . He thought she must ve gone back to her bedroom to sleep . Perhaps it was because of the exercise in the afternoon and because he had been busy all day with work that Han Zhifan was a little exhausted now . He originally planned to smoke a cigarette, relax a little, and go back to his room to sleep . But at that moment, he thought back to the image of Cheng Weiwan carrying her son into the bathroom and letting out a sigh of relief after Cheng Han woke up from his afternoon nap . He didn t even notice he was having that thought before he instinctively banished the thought . Han Zhifan didn t know just how long he stood on the balcony of his study, but he had pins and needles in his legs . Then he walked out of the study and pushed open the door of his bedroom . Cheng Weiwan was already asleep, but her brows were tightly furrowed like she was troubled by something . There was a little bottle of medicine and half a glass of water on the bedside table . Han Zhifan knew the medicine was antidepressants . Han Zhifan s fingers instinctively trembled and he stared at Cheng Weiwan in a daze . During this time, scene after scene of what unfolded seemed like a curse, endlessly running in his mind . The picture of her taking antidepressants the picture of her repeatedly washing her hands in the bathroom and the picture of her crouched under the tree, crying . . . The more Han Zhifan thought about it, the more stifled his chest felt . Eventually, it seemed like he couldn t take it anymore as he quickly walked into the changing room, got changed, and left the villa in the middle of the night . Han Zhifan drove on the empty roads of Beijing deep into the night . The car flew by for what seemed like an eternity then he suddenly hit the brakes and stopped by the road . He fled her side, but after he stopped the car, pictures of her still drifted into his mind . Han Zhifan lit his cigarette in a hurry as he wanted to use the nicotine to relieve him from his thoughts . But as he smoked and smoked his cigarette, the housekeeper s words back at home in the afternoon drifted into his ears . . .
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