Fu Tingzhou couldn't help but wonder.
What kind of feelings did he and Tang Xi have before?
Perhaps they didn't like each other, but they didn't despise each other either.
He tried hard to think, but waves of sharp pain hit him, causing Fu Tingzhou to wince. He took several puffs of his cigarette, endeavoring to numb the pain in his brain with the scent of nicotine.
Every time he tried to remember the past, his head would ache unbearably.
It was as if a huge hand was tearing through his mind.
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When Tang Xi opened her eyes the next day, she found someone lying beside her.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then realized where she was.
Wasn't she sleeping on the couch?
She remembered what happened last night.
She sat up with gentle movements.
As she got out of bed, suddenly, her wrist was gripped by a force.
Tang Xi shuddered; Fu Tingzhou had just opened his eyes, grabbing her wrist was an instinctive action.
