A thick white haze obscured the handsome face of the man, making it difficult to discern his expression. However, in that instant, his hand clenched tighter, as if he were suppressing some deep-seated emotion within his heart.
After the medication was changed, Gao Mingchuo gave a few instructions and then left.
Fu Tingzhou got up and returned to the bedroom to glance at Tang Xi, who was already asleep in bed, then closed the door.
The moment the door shut, Tang Xi opened her eyes.
The man went out onto the balcony.
He sat on the lounge chair that Tang Xi enjoyed sitting on during the day. It seemed to bear a faint fragrance of a woman, very light and soft.
It diffused into the air.
And yet, it was exceptionally tranquilizing.
Fu Tingzhou pinched a pack of cigarettes, smoking them one by one.
