After thinking for a moment, Zhang Xiaowei still felt it was necessary to visit Han Xue's home.
Immediately, he acted on his decision and drove directly to Han Xue's house.
At this moment, Han Xue was at home, covering her face in grief.
Having been accustomed to Zhang Xiaowei's presence, returning alone to an empty home felt unbearably lonely.
At this time, the security door was suddenly knocked.
Han Xue was startled, curiously looking towards the door.
She wiped her tears, slowly approached the door, and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
Zhang Xiaowei immediately replied.
Upon hearing Zhang Xiaowei's voice, Han Xue was at a loss for what to do.
She hastily wiped the tears from her face, her expression of grievance deepening.
However, after a moment's hesitation, she opened the door.
As soon as the security door opened, Zhang Xiaowei saw Han Xue standing there, tears down her face like a weeping beauty.
