She wore high heels, and the car parked was a little far from the exit. By the time she finally reached the side of the side road, her feet had already developed several blisters.
It hurt, but the heartbreaking pain couldn't compare to the pain on her face or in her heart.
She was very tired, but she didn't want to stop. She didn't know where she was, so she kept walking forward aimlessly.
The slap marks on her face were so dazzling that people passing her would turn their heads and look at her.
She was completely unaware of everything around her. She stopped when she couldn't walk anymore.
There was a beauty shop nearby, and there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror at the door. When she glanced at the mirror, she couldn't help but stop on it.
In the mirror, her hair was carefully done, the makeup on her face was carefully painted, and the shoes on her feet were ones that she brought back from a shopping trip abroad last year and never wore them once.
She worked so hard for tonight's meal, but now
Following this thought, Cheng Weiwan's eyes fell on his own face in the mirror.
She looked at the five distinctive finger prints and couldn't help but have a self-deprecating smile on her lips.
Smiling, she held back the tears that flowed down her cheeks all night long.
Yes, she understood the truth. She was so angry at Cheng Weiguo, but when she saw her biological father doing that to her again and again, she was still sad.
He and she were father and daughter, connected by blood. They were supposed to be the closest people in the world, with innate feelings, but he and her were strangers than strangers.
She knew that she should no longer have hope for Cheng Weiguo, but she was still sad. She was still a little reluctant to let go of her blood relatives.
The more she thought about it, the sadder Cheng Weiwan felt. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she squatted down, hugged her knees and started to cry.
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Han Zhihui was very busy tonight and worked overtime until eleven o'clock in the evening before finishing his day's work.
He hadn't eaten dinner yet, and he felt a little uncomfortable with hunger. Thinking that it would be a while before he could get home, he took his phone and ordered a midnight snack.
The call to deliver late-night snacks did not come, but the person Lin Sheng sent to follow Cheng Weiwan called.
He said that Cheng Weiwan went to an appointment tonight. He didn’t know who it was, but he was very happy. After the appointment, Cheng Weiwan got into a car. Halfway through, the car stopped and Cheng Weiwan got out. Then he became extremely unhappy, and now he is squatting on the side of the road and crying.
Han Zhihui was curious in his heart, whose appointment he was on to cry so sadly, but without thinking about it, he couldn't wait to ask where Cheng Weiwan was now.
Not far from his company, on the street behind him, after hanging up the phone, Han Zhihui hurried downstairs without even wearing a coat and broke into the deep winter night.
Han Zhihui was very familiar with the area near the company, and he easily found the place where the caller was talking.
After a long distance, he saw Cheng Weiwan squatting on the roadside.
Her body was shaking violently, and he knew that she was crying very hard.
His steps stopped subconsciously. He stared at her for a short while, then walked to her with very slow steps.
"Wanwan?"
He called her name.
But she ignored him.
He bent down, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up.