Cheng Weiwan's body shuddered instinctively as she naturally wanted to pull away.
Han Zhifan didn't give her a chance to fight back at all as his arms wrapped around her waist. With a little force, he locked her entire body tightly in an embrace.
He didn't know just how long she had been crying on the balcony, but her clothes were all cold.
Han Zhifan couldn't help but tightly hug her even more tightly in his arms.
Her body was as stiff as a rock.
Han Zhifan stood there hugging her for a while. Seeing that she was dazed like a wooden block, he reached out and gently patted her back to comfort her.
Although she was forced into his arms, she kept on fighting back. Gradually, Han Zhifan's hug started to take effect and Cheng Weiwan's face slowly stuck to his chest. Her body also slowly softened.
Even more tears flowed from her eyes. Soon enough, the clothes on his chest got wet.
But she cried with the same devastation.
