Han Jingnian, who used to face the inquiry from Special Assistant Zhang, had always responded to it by half a beat. At the moment when he finished speaking, he nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Zhang Special Assistant, who escaped from the four words "Beauty is a poor life", immediately walked towards the bed.

As soon as he reached out his hand to get the phone left behind by Xia Wan'an, he felt a cold light like a knife squirting towards him. He immediately stopped his movements and quietly touched his wrist that was painful: "Mr. Han, don't forget to get your wife's cell phone."

Han Jingnian ignored him, walked leisurely to the bedside, and picked up Xia Wan'an's cell phone.

On the way home, Han Jingnian, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the scene of last night outside the window, and suddenly the scene from last night appeared in his mind.

After finishing his work last night, he walked to the elevator and remembered that the elevator was repairing today, so he chose the stairs. As a result, halfway through, the lights on the entire stairs were turned off.

The windows of the stairs were very small and did not face the main road where people came and went. There was no light reflected into the stairs, so that the world he was in was pitch black at that time.

Black is the fatal weakness in his life. This weakness is not innate, but when he was very young, he couldn't control his thoughts over the years, but when he was dark all over his body, he became very afraid of darkness from then on.

In the words of the doctor, this is called "dark phobia".

So over the years, he has never let himself appear in a place without lights. Even when he is sleeping, a light will definitely be on his bedside table...

Last night, when he was in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, the familiar symptoms he had instantly flooded him like a tsunami, with palpitations and sweating, breathing poorly, trembling all over, and weak hands and feet...

That was the most difficult time when he was approaching death, but he struggled desperately. Just when he was closest to death, he saw the light... and also saw her.

"Mr. Han, here."

Zhang Tejiao's voice interrupted Han Jingnian's distraction. He looked at him carefully and had already arrived downstairs in his home without realizing it.

He just... was on the road, thinking about her all the way?

He held the fingertips of her cell phone and trembled slightly.

…

After leaving the company, Xia Wan'an discovered that at some point, her face was covered with tears.

She casually flipped through a tissue from her bag she carried with her and wiped her eyes. Seeing that the car was free, she hurriedly reached out to stop her.

After getting into the car, she turned around and looked out the window after reporting the address.

Her ears were like magic was being cast, and his faint voice was repeated: "When did she enter Han's family?"

Her eyes felt sore and tears couldn't help but flow down.

The taxi master found out that she was crying, so he sucked a few tissues and handed it to her: "Girl, life is less and less, and life is always more bitter than sweet, so make yourself happy as much as possible, wipe your tears quickly, and stop crying."

Xia Wan'an politely said thank you to the taxi master, and reached out to take the tissue. When she lowered her head to wipe her tears, she couldn't help feeling sour again in her heart. A stranger would comfort her when she saw her sadness, but he...but he... let alone in his heart, he had never even put it in his eyes.
Chapter completed!