Chapter 817 I Am You in the Corner of My Eye, and I Will Be You in the Rest of My Life (15)

After listening to the little boy's words, Han Zhihui raised his head and glanced at the door.

The light in the room was too dark, and Cheng Weiwan could not clearly see the expression on Han Zhihui's face, but he felt a hint of indifference from him.

He didn't mean to get up and walk towards her. He quickly looked away and started chatting with the person who just spoke to him again.

With his mission accomplished, the little boy held the bottle of wine, walked over to a girl of similar age to him, and sat down.

Everyone in the private room was playing their own games, and no one paid any attention to Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan stood at the door for a while, then exited the private room and leaned against the wall next to the door.

Cheng Weiwan didn't know how long he had been waiting. The door of the box was opened, and Han Zhihui, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, finally came out.

Cheng Weiwan stood up straight instinctively.

Han Zhihui had no intention of talking to her. He glanced at her coolly and then walked towards the elevator.

Cheng Weiwan followed.

The two of them had little conversation until they arrived at the sparsely populated back garden of "Glorious". Han Zhihui lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth, took a puff, took off the cigarette, glanced at Cheng Weiwan, and spoke in a cold voice. : "Have you thought about it?"

In my impression, every time he saw her, he always smiled and spoke in a gentle voice. When she was not feeling well, he would always care about her in a gentle voice.

But I don't know when he started to look like this cold and heartless person when he saw her.

In a duel between two people, the one who truly loves is destined to be the loser.

Even though she knew in her heart that the story between him and her was over, that she was never his princess and he was no longer her hero, Cheng Weiwan still felt a surge of joy in her heart when she heard Han Zhihui's tone. It hurt like a pinprick.

She pursed her lips slightly before replying to him: "What will it take for you to let me go?"

"It seems that you haven't thought about it well?" Han Zhihui frowned, "Since you haven't thought about it well, then come to me after you have thought about it."

With that said, Han Zhihui put out his cigarette and looked like he was about to leave.

If possible, Cheng Weiwan really didn't want to beg Han Zhihui in a low voice, but she had no choice. She couldn't just watch Lin Muqing go to jail because of her, and she didn't want to lose Han Han either.

Cheng Weiwan saw Han Zhihui was about to leave, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed his collar: "I beg you, please let me go, let Han Han go, I promise, I will not appear next to you in the future. I also promise that no matter what happens to Han Han in the future, I will not let him bother you, okay?"

As if he didn't want to hear Cheng Weiwan's nonsense, Han Zhihui broke away from her fingertips holding on to his clothes.

Cheng Weiwan was afraid that Han Zhihui was really gone, so he quickly raised his hand again and grabbed his arm: "I know you hate me, but can you please take into account the fact that we were once together?" For the sake of it, just let me and Hanhan go this time, okay?"

"Ever? Together?" Han Zhihui let out a sarcastic chuckle as if he had heard such a funny word: "Haha..."

As laughter overflowed from his mouth, he turned to look at Cheng Weiwan: "Why don't I remember that we had a time? We were together?"

With a light rhetorical question, the color on Cheng Weiwan's face instantly faded away.