It's truly ironic.
"Tang Xi—" From not far away, Gu Zhiyi called out to her as she came out with two children.
Tang Xi walked over and stood in front of Tangtang to embrace her daughter, shielding her face in her shoulder, and quickly walked away.
Fu Tingzhou watched her receding figure fade away, the man slowly sat down in the chair, his hand pressing against his forehead. A nameless emotion surged, bringing frustration and pain.
Ning Daisu approached with a gentle voice, "Tingzhou, let's go to the café for some afternoon tea. I remember there's one downstairs..."
"I'm still busy. If you want to go somewhere, I'll have Shen Duan accompany you." Fu Tingzhou looked at the card on the table that Tang Xi hadn't taken. He recalled the look in this woman's eyes as if fine silver needles were piercing directly into his heart.
It's indescribable, a sudden headache.
In the air, there seems to still linger a faint scent from that woman.
It seems to briefly soothe one's emotions.
