Cheng Weiwan softly replied, "Alright."
Han Zhifan didn't say anything but turned around and walked towards the door.
He walked really slowly. After just a few steps, his body swayed for a moment and he almost fell to the floor. Thankfully, he reached his hand out just in time and supported himself up with the wall. After a while, he thought he could stabilize himself and walk again, but after walking not too far from where he stopped, he bumped into a cabinet beside him.
The bedroom was several dozen square feet large, but he trudged for a really long time before he made it out of the bedroom.
After he shut the door, he slumped to the floor like a deflated balloon.
How could this be?
How could everything have turned out like this?
She clearly should've hated me. The things I did were for Lili, but in the end, it was a big joke.
