A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

I don’t want to give you a chance, but I can’t afford you a chance...

Cheng Weiwan’s last sentence was very light, but when he fell on Han Zhihui’s heart, he brought a powerful force that caused his heart to shake twice.

Can't afford it... How deep is the wounded?

She didn't lie to him. What she said was true. She really couldn't afford the opportunity he wanted.

Maybe any girl other than her, after experiencing such a thing, can give a chance to start again, but she can't...

From birth to now, no matter whether it is friendship or love, she has not received much.

After the death of her mother, she has longed for the feeling that she can find a home from her father. She has been working hard all these years and is accommodating, but in the end, her father is merciless and indifferent to her.

And he, she once believed him so much, no one knew how much inner struggle she had experienced before, so that she believed him, and in the end she got abandoned.

Thinking of this, Cheng Weiwan said again: "...I don't just have no courage, I don't even have the most basic energy now, I dare not believe anyone else, because I am afraid, afraid of being deceived again Or abandon, by that time, I will really kill my life..."

"...Maybe what you said is sincere, but I dare not take risks, because, at least, at least now... I am still alive."

At least, at least for now, I still have life...

These words gave Han Zhihui's heart a real pain.

It was not too late to say everything she wanted to say. Seeing that Han Zhihui didn't speak, she didn't say anything, but tried hard again, trying to free her wrist from his palm.

This time, Han Zhihui, just at the moment when she used her fingertips, instinctively applied a little force, and then slowly released it, allowing her to pull her hand out.

Cheng Weiwan didn't stay in the bedroom and made too much stay. He quickly walked to the door of the room, opened the door, and went out.

Closing the bedroom door, Cheng stopped shortly before.

With her back to the door, she stood in the corridor and froze. She didn't recover until she heard the voice of "Mom" chanting Hanhan, and walked towards Cheng Han, who was shaking her little body and climbing the stairs. Go, then hug him and go downstairs while talking softly with him.

...

Han Zhihui stayed in the bedroom for a long time before coming out.

Cheng Weiwan was accompanying Cheng Han on the sofa in the living room to play with the housekeeper who had bought the toy yesterday.

Han Zhihui, the first housekeeper to see, "Mr. Han, are you going to have breakfast now?"

Hearing the voice, Cheng Han lifted his head from Cheng Weiwan's arms and shouted softly, "Dad."

Cheng Weiwan also raised his head, but just glanced at him hurriedly, fearing that he would not even reach his facial features, he lowered his head again and played with Cheng Han's toys.

Han Zhihui paused for a moment on the stairs and took a step back downstairs again.

He ignored the housekeeper. When he entered the living room, the housekeeper replied: "Mr. Han, shall I prepare breakfast for you now?"

Han Zhihui shook his head.

As he got closer, the housekeeper realized that Han Zhihui's face was a bit ugly: "Mr. Han, what's wrong with you? Is it uncomfortable?"

Han Zhihui didn't speak, staring at the big and small children on the sofa for a while, raised his feet, walked to the entrance, changed shoes and left.