Li Zhao remained silent, gently touching Fang Yunning's nape.
Meanwhile, Zhao Hanchen sat in the quiet office, pressing hard against his temples.
He had understood since he was very young that no one's life could be without flaws.
He already had wealth that many people envied; having gains and losses was nothing but natural.
Yet, he still felt discontent.
Why did it have to be Cheng Weiyue that he lost?
He even dared not mention her, not even once.
It seemed that as long as he didn't mention her, he could deceive himself into thinking that he had moved on.
But had he truly let go?
How could he let go of someone he had loved with such visceral intensity?
He simply understood that he could not go back.
He truly could not go back.
Zhao Hanchen looked out the window, his eyes unfocused, lost in thought...
Cheng Weiyue was picked up by Zhou Jingwei and taken back to Xiangshan Manor.
The man got out of the black badge's driver's seat and opened the car door for Cheng Weiyue.
