else and eats slowly, not participating in any of the conversations between classmates.Shu Tinglan wasn't very interested in participating. If not for Cheng Chen, she wouldn't have come to the high sc...The entire villa was deserted, with all the servants at the hospital attending to the old woman. She alone remained calm and composed in the living room, opening her suitcase and taking things out.

Everything was nutritional supplements for the old lady. She carefully took them all out and put them on the kitchen counter.

Zhao Ting walked over and grabbed her wrist, glaring at her. The more he looked, the less he understood what she was trying to do After hearing Lao Chen's words, he became even more confused about her intentions.

Hàn Lì was caught by the wrist, unable to move. He could only lean against the bar and watch him, silent, his expression as calm as water, without a ripple.

In contrast, Zhao Tingxing couldn't hold back his impatience. He tightened his grip on her wrist, his gaze fixed on her, trying to see through her but unable to.

Unconsciously, her grip tightened. A frown creased her brow. "Ouch," she whispered.

This cry of pain, lacking its usual coldness, sounded almost like a girl's coquettish whine. Zhao Tingxing felt his heart skip a beat, pulling his hand away from hers, yet he remained facing her, staring intently into her eyes.

A woman's schemes are numerous, he had seen it all before. He just wanted to see how long she could keep it up.

A heavy silence filled the air. Only two people remained in the large villa, not a sound escaping their lips. Occasionally, the chirping of crickets from outside would pierce the quiet summer night.

Too close, stared for too long, breathing started to get ragged.

Han Li propped her hands on the counter, turned her head away, and no longer looked at him. She faced him with a side profile, but her neck was elegant and long, the earrings on her earlobes shimmered with tiny sparkles, captivating his heart.

Zhao Tingxing suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, turning her to face him. He leaned down and kissed her.

Their breaths quickened in an instant, her hand instinctively winding around his neck,...

Is this love

Zhaoting doesn't understand her because he isn't a loving person.

Han Li, however, understood him very well and was even willing to spend time and energy waiting for him to slowly transform. But every time after their intimacy, there was only endless emptiness. The actions without any emotion were just the most primitive mating between animals.

After she came back again, only this time, and it was the only time, she saw a glimmer of tenderness in his eyes.

So, her nose suddenly tingled, and tears gradually blurred her vision.

Many people don't understand her, and even Iwen doesn't understand either. They can't figure out what obsession she has with Zhao Tingxing; he's simply not a good match for her.

She rarely explained. This feeling was a bond forged through childhood, the direction she'd strived for all these years, the deep-seated guilt in her heart, and both lover and family to her. Besides, there was Han Zhao Yi now.

To see her cry.

“Hurt” he asked.

She shook her head and then took the initiative to reach for him.

They fought fiercely, wrestling each other until they were exhausted.

"Fortunately, there were only two of them in the villa at this time. Even if they went wild, no one would know. After that, the two stood back-to-back, starting to dress slowly. Zhao Tingxing put on his clothes first, and once again he was a cool and ruthless look, turned to look at her back, inexplicably asked: "When did your parents die"

Han Li froze, "A few years ago."

They had left a few days apart. At that time, she was pregnant with Han Zhao's child and staying at the Yi family's residence in Beijing to await childbirth. As her due date approached, her belly grew large. Her father had been diagnosed with an illness earlier, so her mother urged her to return home for a visit.

She thought to herself, "With such a big belly going back, I'll get sick even without being ill. I'll just wait another month, until after the baby is born, then I'll go back."

But how could she know, her father couldn't last a month, he didn't even get to see her one last time. Her mother was so heartbroken, her blood pressure soared and she didn't take her medication. The next day, she had a stroke and fell into a coma.

But on the same day, due to her extreme emotional fluctuations, Han Zhao Yi was born prematurely.

Three days later, she returned alone to care for her mother, but what was the use Her mother probably hated her. When it was time to leave, she didn't even look at her, just a single tear rolling down from the corner of her eye as she died with regret.

After settling her parents' affairs, she went straight back to work without taking a single day of maternity leave.

Even though past events were painfully sad, all she could think of now were the two white dots at the entrance of that cold tunnel. It surprised her that Zhao Tingxing had broken his usual silence and asked about her.

After answering, she turned to look at him, but he had already turned and walked away. He only took a few steps before turning back to look at her.

“I'll take you to see Grandma tomorrow.”

It's not that she overthinks it, his attitude towards her has really changed.

If he hadn't added the last sentence: "Lest you give the old woman unrealistic hope."

It was infuriating, his affection disappearing as quickly as it appeared. Fortunately, Han Li also knew his true nature and didn't get too angry. She even guessed that he wanted to take her to the old lady's place himself, probably to keep an eye on whether she would go looking for Gu Ruandong.

Human emotions are ever-changing, with feelings intertwined in things, and desires within objects. Saying there is no emotion yet there is, saying there is emotion yet none, so where do all those true and pure feelings come from

She came to the Southwest because her grandmother called her, telling her that she was seriously ill. She immediately dropped everything at work to come over, not wanting to repeat the mistakes her parents made.

When she got here, the old lady asked her to go back to the villa first. Visiting hours at the hospital were over, so she went straight from the airport to the villa. This time, she didn't plan to see Gu Ruandong because, as far as she knew, Gu Ruandong should be returning to Senzhou these days.

The next day, Zhao Tingxing took her to the hospital to visit the old lady. The old lady's acting was poor, she tried to act seriously ill, but failed, she just looked weakly at Han Liqian and greeted with a smile: "You're here."

Parents' hearts are filled with compassion. They never lie but would even pretend to be sick for their children, and the child wouldn't expose their act. He stood at the door but didn't enter.

On the contrary, Han Li frowned the moment he saw the old woman. This wasn't an act; she was truly frail.

At such an advanced age, fainting or falling could be serious. She walked over and sat by the bed, holding the elderly woman's frail, icy hand. Her heart tightened with each beat.

The last time they met, the old lady had confided in her, hoping she would be more tolerant of Zhao Tingxing. At the time, she hadn't given a clear answer, but seeing the old lady like this today, she didn't want any regrets. So she turned to Zhao Tingxing and said, "You go out, I'll have a private chat with the old lady."

Zhao Tingxing happened to get a call from the bank, so he nodded, gave her a warning look, told her not to talk nonsense, and then walked away with his phone.

In the ward, Han Li also ushered others away, leaving only her and the old woman.

For a moment, the old woman's eyes lit up: "Really Really you have a child"

His gaunt face was radiant.

Han Li nodded and took photos and videos of Han Zhaoyi from the hidden files on his phone to show the old woman.

"It's him, it's... he looks exactly the same as he did when he was a child." The old woman trembled with her hands, tears of joy streaming down her face.

"Like" Han Li didn't think so. Han Zhaoyi didn't look like anyone else, to be precise, he looked more like her a little bit.

The old woman nodded: “It’s just like Ah Ting when he was a child. He grew up, experienced the hardships of life, and his features became harsher, so he didn’t look like he did as a child.”at in six months, my father would be transferred, so during this period, my mother at least had to hold back and wouldn't dare to make any trouble. 。This is probably also because she knows about Tingl...