The words from the man.
Instantly shattered all the cold rigidity cast in Jiang Ruan's heart.
With just one sentence from him, she wanted to give him her life.
"I hear you're sick?"
She let the man hold her, one hand softly stroking his back, calming his emotions. Qian Yu's words did take her aback.
Because Fu Chi had never shown anything abnormal.
He was no different from ordinary people.
Even, he was even more composed and calm than most. But underlying that facade was such a severe psychological obstacle.
"No."
Fu Chi did not let her go, she could feel the man's hand trembling, albeit faintly.
As if afraid that this was all a dream, he even dared not embrace her too tightly.
Carefully, he treated her as if she were a fragile treasure.
Jiang Ruan pursed her lips and abruptly struggled out of his embrace.
She could see the tense look in the man's eyes. She lifted her hand, then put it down, constantly restraining herself.
