This time, before the housekeeper could speak, Han Zhifan cried, "Left?"
That was when the housekeeper realized Han Zhifan's three consecutive cries of that one word wasn't for her to hear.
She sealed her lips and gulped back her words.
Han Zhifan stood with his back to her and stared out the window for a very long time. He spoke once again, but this time, he didn't speak with a questioning tone of voice. "Left..."
His voice was very soft, but she was still able to clearly hear the incredible tremble in his voice.
The housekeeper's heart started to ache with a sharp pain as though she was shocked by something.
She knew Han Zhifan was hurt and she wanted to comfort him, but she didn't quite know how.
It was really quiet in the room. She didn't make a sound from start to end, but she clearly saw how his shoulders started to gently tremble as time went by.
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