Han Zhifan was just two meters away from Cheng Weiwan, but she didn't respond in the slightest as though she hadn't noticed someone was approaching at all.
Han Zhifan didn't disturb her but just stood at the bathroom door, quietly staring at her.
After an unknown amount of time, he saw that the skin of her fingertips was peeling from being washed for a long period of time.
He thought about what the housekeeper said to him when he went upstairs.
If no one interrupts her, will she hold that position forever?
Han Zhifan stared at Cheng Weiwan's fingertips for a moment, which were unbelievably pale and peeled. In the end, he couldn't help but walk over and stand behind her.
He was so close to her, yet she didn't react at all.
"Cheng Weiwan, what are you doing?"
She seemed to be completely unaware of her surroundings. She kept her head down and repeatedly washed her hands.
