"Shuqing, you were with me when you were 20, we parted at 21, how could you think that I... died?"
Watching the man's expression finally settle on profound sadness, Zhuang Shuqing's eyes flickered with confusion. Could he really be Si Nanchen?
If he really was Si Nanchen, then what about the news of his death three years ago...
"I'm glad to see you. Are you free? Let's go..."
"I'm not free."
A crisp male voice came from behind Zhuang Shuqing. Both turned their heads to see a tall man with an imposing aura.
The man's hand rested on her shoulder, he sternly pulled her into his embrace without casting a single glance at Si Nanchen, "Let's go."
"Mm."
"Shuqing~"
Zhuang Shuqing had to stop because Si Nanchen had grabbed her hand. She frowned and looked at her right hand, "Let go."
No sooner had she spoken, than a large hand clamped over her right wrist, and her left arm was shielded in his embrace. She had to admit, this posture made her feel secure.
