"...So Wanwan, give me another chance and let us start again, please?"
Han Zhifan's final question made Cheng Weiwan blink softly and snap back to reality.
In the face of Han Zhifan's look of anticipation, she didn't say anything. Instead, she turned around and walked over to the sofa nearby.
Han Zhifan furrowed his eyes slightly as a hint of confusion flashed across his face.
Soon enough, he saw Cheng Weiwan picking up her bag from the sofa, pulling out a white bottle of pills, taking out a few, and putting them into her mouth.
He knew those were antidepressants.
Why did she suddenly take her medicine when I'm speaking to her?
"Wanwan?" cried Han Zhifan, who couldn't help but ask.
When Cheng Weiwan heard his voice, she turned her head and looked over at him.
She looked at him for a while then gently blinked and mumbled something.
