The more he looked, the tighter his brows furrowed, and the air around him became increasingly thin. After a long time, he finally put down the document in his hand.
He closed his eyes.
What is the unbearable weight of life?
Si Han had never felt so heavy, so heavy that he couldn't breathe. The events of those years...
He knew about them.
The details of the affair and the process, he knew every bit clearly.
Because, everything was orchestrated by him.
The invasion, the broken engagement, his mother's death, the darkness of life... each was intimately connected to him. Si Han always acted with such ruthlessness, never leaving the other party an inch of space.
The following week, Nian Duoduo lived quietly. Every day, V would bring her meals at regular times, and An Zhan would come to conduct a physical check-up. Once confirmed she was okay, she would leave.
And so it repeated.
