She was held in Fu Tingzhou's arms for several minutes before the man finally let her go.
Tang Xi met his gaze, looking into his eyes that were like black whirlpools. She couldn't discern any other emotion in his eyes; she couldn't read him. She couldn't see through him four years ago, and she still couldn't now; he never wore his emotions on his sleeve.
Fu Tingzhou took her by the hand and shoved her into the car.
Shen Duan did not follow.
Tang Xi glanced at Shen Duan as Fu Tingzhou already stepped on the gas.
Tang Xi watched the scenery whizzing by outside the window, "Where are you taking me, Fu Tingzhou? I want to go home!"
"Tang Xi, these past days, I've thought a lot. After you suddenly disappeared, I thought a great deal," he said.
Tang Xi took a soft breath, waiting for what he would say next.
