One is like a ghost, following you like a shadow, appearing anytime and anywhere.

Something like a bomb suddenly appeared in front of her, threatening and tempting her.

Han Yurou couldn't go left or right, she had nowhere to escape.

Pan Wenguang ignored her words and even looked at her expression with some interest. He found it interesting. He took another sip of coffee with an indifferent expression.

It was clearly midsummer, but Han Yurou had the illusion of being in the middle of winter.

So cold.

It's extremely cold.

My heart is trembling.

She didn't dare to look at Pan Wenguang's gloomy and ferocious expression anymore, so she ran out of the coffee shop.

I ran out in one breath and stood under the scorching sun.

Maybe the midsummer sunshine could drive away the coldness on her body. She was really cold.

She kept running into the community, back to the apartment, and onto the balcony of her home.

She opened the window and let the summer wind blow in. Only in this way did she feel better.

In the past two years, she thought everything was developing for the better. Her disease was cured, and the doctor told her that the operation was successful and that she would be able to get pregnant in the future without having to remove her uterus.

She studied hard and saved some money. Next year... she will be able to graduate.

Everything is obviously developing in a good direction...

However, this beauty and peace were shattered by Rong Jincheng and Pan Wenguang.

It's like a flat mirror that suddenly breaks into pieces and can no longer be put back together.

Han Yurou lay on the balcony, breathing silently. She looked at the sun and clouds in the sky. The dazzling light made her unable to open her eyes.

She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on the edge of the window, clenching her fingers tightly.

The very hot wind blew on her face, and her thin eyelashes cut the light, leaving a shallow shadow on her smooth and clean face.

"Meow……"

Xiao Huihui ran over, scratched her legs with his little paws, raised his head, and looked at her.

In the wind, Han Yurou's long hair fluttered, and her eyes were blank and empty.

There were some roads that she didn't know how to go down.

There is no way forward, no way back, and there is darkness everywhere.

"Meow……"

Little Huihui is still barking.

Han Yurou didn't know how long she stood there.

After a long, long time, she withdrew her gaze and closed the window.

She picked up Little Huihui from the ground. Although this was Rong Jincheng's cat, she had feelings for him after raising him for a while.

People's hearts are unpredictable. Before she met Rong Jincheng, she and he were in completely different worlds.

Rong Jincheng and Pan Wenguang were a group of people that she would never take the initiative to contact in her entire life.

But by mistake, she met them.

She didn't know how many more bottomless things they would do, maybe today was just the tip of the iceberg.

Xiao Huihui lay lazily in Han Yurou's arms, seeming very comfortable.

If Han Yurou scratches it, it will act coquettishly with Han Yurou.

Han Yurou hugged it tightly. She didn't even dare to deal with people anymore. If possible, let her raise a cat by herself for the rest of her life.

Pan Wenguang gave her a half-month deadline.

She will not leave with Pan Wenguang. She will not go against her own will until things come to the worst.

Xiao Huihui's paws were soft. Han Yurou pressed her face against its belly, hugging the small ball of Xiao Huihui, and her beating heart slowly calmed down.

The scorching sun reflects colorful light through the glass window.

The hustle and bustle of midsummer.

Her apartment was quiet, not a sound could be heard, only the little Huihui's scream occasionally broke the tranquility.
Chapter completed!