A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

The bedroom was very quiet, and there was no other movement except for the fine sound of Cheng Weiwan's occasional flipping through the paper.

I didn’t know how long it was. It was not too late to watch tired. I closed the book, rubbed my eyes, and prepared to go to the bathroom to sleep. But before I got up, I heard Han Zhihui in bed and said drunk: "Late night, Tonight..."

The action of Cheng Weiwei getting up suddenly stopped.

His tone is not high, but in the bedroom without any sound, it is particularly clear.

He repeatedly shouted her name many times before finally having a new vocabulary: "Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

He was like a repeater, repeating these three words back and forth.

Cheng Weiwan's fingertips bent over and couldn't help but buckled his shirt.

I'm sorry... In his drunk dream, he apologized to her again and again, because he really felt sorry for her?

Does this mean that what he said to her some time ago is true, does he really like her, and really wants to start again with her?

"Late, I'm sorry..."

"Sorry, late..."

His voice penetrated into her ear again, and her heart shook slightly.

She knows that she should not have such a shake. People can be cheap, but they can’t be cheap again and again, but who can truly not be cheap when facing someone they truly love?

But shaking back, shaking, just shaking.

She couldn't be with him again.

Not with him, but with anyone else.

Therefore, she should not be entangled in these dreams he said.

Cheng Weiwei thought about it and got up into the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, she hadn't walked to the bed and heard Han Zhihui's whisper again: "Late evening, sorry, sorry, late evening..."

Cheng Weiwan stopped and stood at the door of the bathroom. After listening to Han Zhi's repeated words for a while, he turned around and walked to the balcony.

Cheng Weiwan waited until Han Zhihui was completely quiet before folding back from the balcony to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, she didn't think about anything, but felt that her heart was messed up. She stared at the ceiling for a long time. When the sky outside the window was slightly white, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

I don't know if it was influenced by Han Zhihui's dream. Cheng Weiwan didn't sleep well, and she woke up soon.

Sitting up, I saw that the bathroom door was pulled open, wearing a home uniform, holding a towel, and wiping his wet hair, Han Zhihui came out of it.

Han Zhihui also saw Cheng Weiwan's movement of wiping his hair, he stopped, and then said aloud: "Wake up?"

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak, but nodded gently at Han Zhihui, then lifted the quilt and entered the bathroom.

After she finished washing, Han Zhihui had already dried her hair and sat on the sofa refreshingly, reading the morning newspaper.

Cheng Weiwan didn't disturb him, and walked directly towards the bedroom door, ready to go and see Hanhan.

It's just that she hadn't gone two steps, and Han Zhihui, who read the newspaper, said, "Late tonight?"

Cheng Weiwei stopped and looked back at Han Zhihui.

Han Zhihui stared at the newspaper for a moment before turning his eyes to Cheng Weiwan's face: "Late evening, if you are really like leaving me..."