Tang Xi hadn't seen Fu Tingzhou for a month.
The time passed quickly, the stray dog Zhouzhou she had taken in had grown a lot bigger.
Tang Xi lived quite comfortably; although she couldn't go out, she had come to terms with it and learned to find joy amidst the hardship.
When she heard from Nie Xiaoyun that Fu Tingzhou had taken in another woman, she was actually quite pleased. How wonderful that was – wouldn't this free her from him? It would be best if this man forgot about her and let her go.
In his heart, she was nothing more than a dispensable toy.
He grew tired of this toy and didn't like it anymore, but even if he discarded it, he wouldn't allow others to have it. So, he simply locked the toy away in a display cabinet, taking it out to glance over when the mood struck him.
Tang Xi was no more than that toy.
