After the car drove some distance away, Cheng Weiwan vaguely figured out where Han Zhifan was going.
Her hand instinctively clutched onto her sleeves.
After about five to six minutes, the familiar neighborhood entered Cheng Weiwan's field of view.
It was really just as she thought. Han Zhifan was really taking her to Yongyi Garden.
The place where they spent all their beautiful moments together; the place of all her nightmares.
Cheng Weiwan's fingers tightly clutching her sleeves couldn't help but tighten.
When the car reached the bottom of the familiar building, there wasn't a drop of blood in Cheng Weiwan's face. It was drained completely of blood.
Through the car window, she stared at the traffic light in front of the apartment building as her fingers started to tremble.
