Chapter 972 Hug (8)

The housekeeper told him that she had seen her hiding secretly and crying alone more than once.

She chose the location so secretly that if the housekeeper saw it, it would only be a very small part of the number of times she cried, right?

When he came home at noon, the housekeeper said that she had just cried, and now he witnessed her crying with his own eyes... In just one day, he knew that she had cried twice...

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

She didn't notice him, still crying.

He saw her fingertips clutching her clothes, trembling uncontrollably.

Han Zhihui couldn't help but pursed his lips. He wanted to step forward, but his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and he couldn't move.

After an unknown amount of time, the trembling intensity of her body gradually decreased.

Han Zhihui knew that she had cried enough. He was afraid that she would suddenly stand up and see him. He subconsciously raised his feet and retreated silently until he was in front of the car. He didn't even want to come over He didn't even take any cigarettes, so he went straight into the house and went upstairs.

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

It may be that she squatted for too long, the soles of her feet were numb, and her walking posture was limping.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that she was thinner than before.

She entered the house, and not long after, the sound of footsteps came in from the study door that was not closed behind her.

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

He thought that she should have gone back to the bedroom to rest.

Maybe it was because of his exercise in the morning. He had just been busy at work for a long time. Han Zhihui was really tired now. He originally planned to go out to smoke a cigarette, relax and go back to his room to rest.

But at this moment, he thought of the image of Cheng Hanwu breathing a sigh of relief when she carried her son to the bathroom after she woke up. This thought had been dismissed from his consciousness without even him noticing.

Han Zhihui didn't know how long he stood on the balcony of the study. It wasn't until his legs became numb and stiff that he walked out of the study and opened 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. Han Zhihui knew that the medicine was antidepressant.

Han Zhihui's fingertips twitched instinctively, and then he stared at Cheng Weiwan and became distracted.

During this period of time, the scenes that happened were constantly running through his mind like a curse.

The scene of her taking antidepressants, the scene of her washing her hands repeatedly in the bathroom, the scene of her squatting under a tree and crying...

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

Han Zhi drove back and drove along the deserted streets of BJ for an unknown amount of time. Then he suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road.

He even ran away from her, but after he stopped and drove, those images of her still came to his mind.

Han Zhihui quickly lit a cigarette, hoping to relieve his thoughts with the smell of nicotine.

But as he smoked, he remembered what the housekeeper said when he returned home in the afternoon...