She didn't know how long she had been standing in the living room when she heard the sound of the door handle turning behind her.
She did not turn around.
A moment later, a warm embrace enveloped her from behind, followed by his helpless sigh, "Chi Yue, you really know how to keep me on a tight leash."
Chi Yue still didn't move.
Fu Rongyin turned her around, and the next second, his handsome, furrowed eyebrows twisted tightly.
Her eyebrows were slightly red and her eyes swollen, tears silently streaming down her face.
It was when he embraced her that Chi Yue couldn't hold back any longer; she felt that such behavior was too melodramatic, but now she couldn't care about anything else.
His rough fingertips clumsily wiped her tears away, but the more he wiped, the fiercer her tears fell.
Fu Rongyin frowned as if facing a huge dilemma.
After a long while, he sighed again and, holding her face, threatened, "Why are you crying? You didn't cry like this in bed."
