A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Cheng Weiwan replied softly: "Okay."

Han Zhihui didn't speak anymore, turned around and walked towards the door with a step.

His pace was very slow. When he stepped out a few steps, his body shook a bit, almost kneeling down on the ground. Fortunately, he extended his hand in time and held up the wall. After a while, he thought he had stabilized himself. And raised his foot again, but he didn't go far, and hit the side cabinet.

The bedroom was dozens of square meters in size, and he stumbled for a long time before walking out of the bedroom.

After closing the door, he squatted on the ground like a deflated balloon.

How could this be?

How has it become like this now?

She clearly should be the person he hated. All he did was to separate, but in the end, it turned into a joke.

She loved him, really loved him, but when he fell in love with her and wanted to be with her, she couldn't be with him anymore.

But who can he blame again? His happiness was torn by his own hands...

She said she only hoped to leave him as soon as possible, he gave her so much suffering, now, he... what should he do? Really let her go? But let her go, what will he do in the future? But without letting her go, what is his qualification to keep her? Now he, let alone stay with him, afraid that the qualifications for a little bit of entanglement with her are gone.

I knew that things would become like this. At first, he would not treat her like that, nor would she abandon her after catching up with her, nor would she force her to kill their children... No, he is now No matter how much I want, what's the use? Time will never go back in time, and life will never come again. He has lost her, that is, she has lost her. The sins he created, how painful the consequences will be, he will suffer.

Han Zhihui slowly closed his eyes, and there was a touch of wetness in the corner of his eyes.

...

Han Zhihui said that he was leaving for a while, but it was one o'clock in the evening before Cheng saw him again.

At that time, Cheng had just been asleep and was awakened by the doorbell downstairs.

Probably the housekeeper and the servants were fast asleep. No one went to open the door. Cheng Weiwan wore a coat and went downstairs. After opening the door, he saw the drunk Han Zhihui and the driver supporting him.

"Ms. Cheng, Mr. Han is drunk and has been thinking of going back here..." The driver explained to Cheng Weiye briefly.

Cheng Weiwan nodded slightly and let the door open: "You send him upstairs."

"Okay, Miss Cheng."

Han Zhi was so drunk that he couldn't walk. He was almost forcibly dragged upstairs by the driver.

Several times on the way, the driver nearly fell to the ground, and Cheng Wei, who was next to him, helped him.

After putting Han Zhihui on the bed in the bedroom, the driver took off his shoes and said goodbye to Cheng before he arrived.

Cheng Weiwan drove the driver downstairs, and when he returned, Han Zhihui rolled from the bed to the ground.

Cheng Weiwan stared at Han Zhihui for a while, and finally stepped forward, with the effort of feeding, put him back into bed, and covered him with a quilt. Cheng Weiwan just lay on the other half of the bed Next, Han Zhihui mumbled: "Water, water, water..."

Cheng Weiwan lay back to Han Zhihui for a moment, but he got up, went downstairs and poured a glass of water back.

After taking care of Han Zhihui's drinking, Cheng never put down his cup and did not lie back on the bed, but walked to the sofa, turned on the floor lamp, picked up the book he read during the day, and continued to read it.