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...