"I..." Wang Yixuan started to speak with difficulty but couldn't utter a single word.
Nan Qing reached out and frantically pounded on Wang Yixuan's chest, her tears falling like beads off a broken string: "Didn't you say you'd be with me forever? Why did you give up so easily?"
Wang Yixuan let her beat on him, not fighting back or talking back. He just sat there in silence, saying nothing, neither stopping Nan Qing nor drawing her into his embrace.
Suddenly a crisp voice rang out: "Um... is this a bad time?"
Nan Qing's tears stopped. She and Wang Yixuan turned to look at the door, where if not Fu Han then who else could it be? And behind Fu Han were two burly men, their expressions severe.
"How did you get here?" Nan Qing's tears were still on her cheeks, and she widened her eyes at Fu Han. Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed, her face flushed red.
