Cheng Weiwan’s body shuddered instinctively as she naturally wanted to pull away.
Han Zhifan didn’t give her a chance to fight back at all as his arms wrapped around her waist. With a little force, he locked her entire body tightly in an embrace.
He didn’t know just how long she had been crying on the balcony, but her clothes were all cold.
Han Zhifan couldn’t help but tightly hug her even more tightly in his arms.
Her body was as stiff as a rock.
Han Zhifan stood there hugging her for a while. Seeing that she was dazed like a wooden block, he reached out and gently patted her back to comfort her.
Although she was forced into his arms, she kept on fighting back. Gradually, Han Zhifan’s hug started to take effect and Cheng Weiwan’s face slowly stuck to his chest. Her body also slowly softened.
Even more tears flowed from her eyes. Soon enough, the clothes on his chest got wet.
But she cried with the same devastation.
Sometimes, the longer sad feelings were cooped up inside, the more difficult it would be to let them out. The sound of her freely crying out loud was really soothing.
Han Zhifan moved his throat, lowered his head slightly and quietly told Cheng Weiwan, “If you want to cry, just cry. You’ll feel a lot better if you cry out loud…”
Cheng Weiwan didn’t know what was going on with her. When she heard Han Zhifan’s words, she suddenly felt incredibly wronged. Her tears poured out even more fiercely, but she bit down tightly on her bottom lip, not daring to make a sound.
“It’s fine. Just cry it all out…” said Han Zhifan again.
Cheng Weiwan’s body trembled immensely as she tightly bit her bottom lip. The sound of her broken sob traveled upwards intermittently.
Han Zhifan didn’t say anything else, but without even noticing it himself, his gentle pats on her back turned even gentler.
His soft pats comforted Cheng Weiwan’s heart with every stroke. In the end, she couldn’t help but break. She leaned upon his chest with shuddering shoulders as she cried freely.
She cried for a long time in his embrace.
In the end, when her crying came to a stop, Han Zhifan held the same position, hugging her.
Time ticked by and after an unknown amount of time had passed, the soles of Han Zhifan’s feet had pins and needles. He then lowered his head and glanced down at her in his embrace.
Perhaps she had been crying for too long. Her psyche had been incredibly tense lately and she hadn’t really had a good night’s rest. After she let herself cry so freely, she exerted far too much strength. She was so exhausted that she actually leaned into his embrace and fell asleep.
Han Zhifan didn’t wake Cheng Weiwan up and carried her back into the bedroom.
When he placed Cheng Weiwan onto the bed and pulled the covers over her, he saw that her eyes were incredibly swollen. Several teardrops still hung on her eyelashes.
He hesitated for a moment then mysteriously raised his hand to gently wipe her tears away.
She was fast asleep and didn’t sense his actions.
Han Zhifan stared at Cheng Weiwan for a while as she was fast asleep. Then he lowered his head and stared at the moisture on his fingers.
Why did I hug her? Why did I have so much patience to stay with her? I even… helped her wipe her tears away.
I was clearly the one who baited her in the first place, yet my actions just now were things I would’ve done only when I was still tricking her into falling in love with me…
Han Zhifan thought about it for a long time and realized he must’ve seen her being far too pitiful when he just came back, so he couldn’t help but lose his cool. That was all… He wouldn’t have treated her like that normally. If it was anyone else who looked that pitiful, he would’ve done the same. That’s what it was. It must be…
