"Boom—" A string in Fu Tingzhou's mind, wound tightly, snapped.
Even cracks appeared on his face.
Disbelieving, trembling black pupils.
Clasped fingers, squeezed into fists.
No one understood how this sentence smashed viciously into the bottom of his heart, splattering blood and flesh.
His lips, pale and trembling, "Is this what you truly feel in your heart?"
Tang Xi no longer looked at him and closed her eyes, "Hmm."
Her fingers were taut at the knuckles.
The fingertips congested and turned pale.
Several minutes passed, and Tang Xi had not heard his voice.
She opened her eyes to look at him.
She could never forget Fu Tingzhou's expression at that moment, a pitiful one, emerging from the darkness, under the dim light of the bedside lamp, half-visible yet cruel and fragile.
Tang Xi couldn't imagine such an expression on the face of Fu Tingzhou, a man of such cold demeanor.
She was stunned for a few seconds.
