Translator:PaperplaneEditor:Caron_

This time, before the housekeeper could speak, Han Zhifan cried, Left?

That was when the housekeeper realized Han Zhifans three consecutive cries of that one word wasnt for her to hear.

She sealed her lips and gulped back her words.

Han Zhifan stood with his back to her and stared out the window for a very long time. He spoke once again, but this time, he didnt speak with a questioning tone of voice. Left

His voice was very soft, but she was still able to clearly hear the incredible tremble in his voice.

The housekeepers heart started to ache with a sharp pain as though she was shocked by something.

She knew Han Zhifan was hurt and she wanted to comfort him, but she didnt quite know how.

It was really quiet in the room. She didnt make a sound from start to end, but she clearly saw how his shoulders started to gently tremble as time went by.

After Cheng Weiwan left, Han Zhifan felt like time was endlessly stretched out all of a sudden. Time passed unusually slowly, and amidst this sense of disorientation, summer turned into fall.

On the final day of September, Han Zhifan met up with an old client that hed known for many years for afternoon tea.

The old client had to leave early to go pick up his son, who had just turned a year old, from school.

Han Zhifan continued to stay in the cafe on his own for half an hour before he paid the bill.

There were several ginkgo trees at the door of the cafe. All the leaves had turned golden yellow, and as the wind blew, they rustled and drifted down.

Han Zhifan lifted his head and stared at the endless downpour of leaves for a while. That was when he remembered he also stopped by this cafe a few days before she left his home. At the time, the gingko trees were still young. On his current visit, the leaves were all yellow and she had moved out of his home So as it turned out, the season had changed since she left. Now that he counted the days, it seemed to have been over forty days since she left him

Han Zhifan stood in a daze by the road for a long time before he drove back home.

It was still early. Dinner wasnt even ready yet.

The housekeeper noticed he had returned. She immediately walked up to him and helped get his slippers.

After removing his shoes and putting the slippers on, Han Zhifan handed the jacket to the housekeeper. Without even knowing it, he blurted out, Wheres Hanhan?

After asking his questions, he saw that the expression on the housekeepers face looked odd. That was when he realized Hanhan left with her a while ago, but he still had this habit he couldnt shake off every time he came back home.

Han Zhifan lowered his eyes and curved his lips into a mocking smirk. He waved his arms to signal the housekeeper to leave then he walked upstairs.

The decorations in the bedroom hadnt changed, but when he pushed the door open, his heart felt incredibly empty when he stared at the empty room.

He walked into the changing room and changed into his home clothes then he walked over to the babys room next door. She didnt take all the things he prepared for Hanhan, and the housekeeper hadnt put them away. It looked just as it used to when Hanhan lived there; everything was neatly tidied up. The maids even cleaned Hanhans favorite toys in the toy room every day. The new toys he brought back with him after his business trips were thrown to one side and left unopened.

Han Zhifan stood at the baby room door for just a while, but his heart felt incredibly stifled.

When he stepped into the study, he smoked several cigarettes before it forcefully made the dullness in his chest disappear.

She clearly left him over a month ago, but how come he couldnt escape that?