For a whole week, Han Yifan stayed in the villa without stepping outside, barely even moving, sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa with a blank stare.
When he snapped out of it, he would go to the fridge, grab a few bottles of alcohol to drink, and when drunk, he'd collapse onto the sofa carpet to sleep.
Xue Panpan had cried until her tears ran dry.
On Monday, Han Yifan drove her back to her apartment and then returned home.
When Xue Panpan called him to pick her up, Han Yifan wouldn't answer the phone no matter what.
Recalling the previous weekend's wildness in bed, Xue Panpan shyly guessed he must be asleep.
She took a taxi back to their marital home, and as soon as she stepped inside, she sensed something was wrong.
Han Yifan's whole demeanor was gloomy and suffocating, giving a chilling feeling.
As Xue Panpan got closer and saw everything on the TV screen, it felt like a bolt from the blue.
