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Chapter 993: Hug (8)

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The housekeeper told hi away to cry just once

Cheng Weiwan chose such a place to hide The housekeeper only caught her crying a handful of tiht?

When Han Zhifan ca 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 th 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 round

After an unknown aradually calh 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 caht upstairs

He stood in front of theof 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 lis, but he felt like she was a lot skinnier than before

Not long after entering the house, the sound of footsteps was heard froh, the sound of her footsteps disappeared with the sound of the door shutting

He thought she one back to her bedroom to sleep

Perhaps it was because of the exercise in the afternoon and because he had been busy all day ork that Han Zhifan was a little exhausted now He originally planned to so back to his rooe of Cheng Weiwan carrying her son into the bathroo Han woke up fro 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 bedroohtly furrowed like she was troubled by solass of water on the bedside table Han Zhifan knew the ers instinctively tre this time, scene after scene of what unfolded see in hisantidepressants; the picture of her repeatedly washing her hands in the bathroo

The ht about it, the more stifled his chest felt Eventually, it seemed like he couldn't take it anyed, and left the villa in the ht

Han Zhifan drove on the eht 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 arette in a hurry as he wanted to use the nicotine to relieve hiarette, the housekeeper's words back at home in the afternoon drifted into his ears