Chapter 970 Hug (6)

Han Zhihui was only two meters away from Cheng Weiwan, but she didn't react at all, as if she didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

Han Zhihui didn't bother her. He just stood at the bathroom door and stared at her quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw that her fingertips were wrinkled from being flushed for a long time.

He thought of what the housekeeper said to him when he went upstairs.

Is it true that if no one interrupts her, she will remain in this state forever and continue indefinitely?

Han Zhihui stared at Cheng Weiwan's wrinkled white fingertips for a moment, and finally couldn't help but walked up behind her.

He was so close to her, but she still didn't react.

Han Zhihui said: "Cheng Weiwan, what are you doing?"

As if she was completely unaware of everything around her, she still lowered her head and repeated the action of washing her hands over and over again.

"Cheng Weiwan?" Han Zhihui called Cheng Weiwan's name again. After seeing that she still didn't respond, he reached out and grabbed her arm.

Someone touched her, but she hesitated for about half a minute before she slowly raised her head.

Through the mirror in front of him, Han Zhihui saw that her pupils were empty and without any focus.

In his memory, her eyes were very beautiful, as calm as the calm sea, beautiful and charming, giving people a very quiet appeal. Now, he could no longer find such a stunning feeling in her eyes, but her lifeless gaze at this moment was like a sharp dagger, piercing into his heart.

Han Zhihui's breath suffocated in pain, and he frowned instinctively.

Cheng Weiwan didn't see the change in Han Zhihui's expression at all. She was even stuck in her thoughts about who touched her where. After a while, she belatedly realized that someone touched her arm. , then she slowly turned her head, moved up little by little along Han Zhihui's hand holding her arm, toward Han Zhihui's arm, and finally met Han Zhihui's eyes.

She seemed not to recognize him, her expression was still blank.

Meeting her gaze, Han Zhihui suppressed the pain in his heart and said again: "I need to use the bathroom."

His voice let Cheng Weiwan know that the person standing in front of her was Han Zhihui. She subconsciously lowered her eyes and retracted her gaze from him.

She continued to stand there for a short while, then as if she realized what he just said, she turned around and walked out of the bathroom quickly.

Coming out of the bathroom, Cheng Weiwan was no longer in the bedroom.

After walking out of the room, Han Zhihui opened the door of the baby's room next door.

Cheng Han was still sleeping, and Cheng Weiwan sat on the chair beside the bed, watching over Cheng Han.

This time, unlike in the bathroom just now, she didn't notice his approach at all. He opened the door and took only two steps into the room, when she turned to look at him.

She said nothing and quickly looked away.

Han Zhihui didn't say anything. He walked to the bed and stared at Cheng Han on the bed for a while. Then he glanced at the nanny beside him and signaled her to leave. Then he bent over and sat down where the nanny was sitting. The place.

Han Zhihui and Cheng Weiwan sat facing each other across the crib.

The two of them didn't talk much, and the room was completely quiet.

But not long after, Cheng Han woke up.