It's not that I don't want to give you a chance, it's just that I can't afford to give you a chance...
Cheng Weiwan's last words were very soft, but when they fell on Han Zhihui's heart, they carried a powerful force that made his heart vibrate twice.
I can't afford it... How deeply must I be hurt before I can't afford it
She didn't lie to him, everything she said was true, and she really couldn't afford to give him the chance he wanted.
Maybe any girl other than her could give her a chance and start over after experiencing something like this, but she couldn't...
From birth to now, she has not received much in terms of friendship or love.
After her mother passed away, she had been longing to find the feeling of home from her father. She had been working hard and being tolerant over the years, but in the end, what she got was her father's ruthlessness and unrighteousness towards her.
And him, she once believed in him so much. No one knew how much inner struggle she went through before she believed in him. In the end, she ended up being abandoned.
Thinking of this, Cheng Weiwan spoke again: "... Not only do I have no courage, I don't even have the most basic confidence now. I don't dare to trust anyone anymore because I'm afraid of being deceived or deceived again. Abandonment, by that time, will really kill me... "
"... Maybe what you said is sincere, but I don't dare to take risks, because, at least, at least now... I still have life."
At least, at least now, I still have life...
These words made Han Zhihui's heart feel painful.
Cheng Weiwan said everything she wanted to say. Seeing that Han Zhihui didn't speak, she didn't say anything either. Instead, she used force again to try to free her wrist from his palm.
This time, Han Zhihui just instinctively used a little force at the moment when her fingertips pressed hard, and then slowly let go, allowing her to withdraw her hand.
Cheng Weiwan was not in the bedroom and stayed too long. He quickly walked to the door, opened the door and walked out.
After closing the bedroom door, Cheng Weiwan stopped.
With her back to the door, she stood stunned in the corridor. It wasn't until she heard Han Han calling "Mom" that she came to her senses and walked towards Cheng Han, who was climbing up the stairs with his little body shaking. Go, then pick him up, talk to him softly, and go downstairs.
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Han Zhihui stayed in the bedroom for a long time before coming out.
Cheng Weiwan was accompanying Cheng Han on the sofa in the living room, playing with the newly bought toys that the housekeeper had gone out yesterday.
The butler saw Han Zhihui first, "Mr. Han, do you want to have breakfast now?"
Hearing the sound, Cheng Han raised his head from Cheng Weiwan's arms and shouted softly: "Dad."
Cheng Weiwan also raised his head, but he only glanced at him hastily, fearing that he didn't even see his facial features, then lowered his head again and started playing with Cheng Han's toys.
Han Zhihui paused on the stairs for a moment, then walked downstairs again.
He ignored the butler, who spoke again when he entered the living room: "Mr. Han, can I help you prepare breakfast now?"
Han Zhihui shook his head.
As he got closer, the housekeeper realized that Han Zhihui's face was a little ugly: "Mr. Han, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Han Zhihui didn't say anything. He stared at the big one and the small one on the sofa for a while, then raised his feet, walked to the entrance, changed his shoes and left.
(End of chapter)