Fu Tingzhou leaned against the window, chain-smoking several cigarettes.
Only then did his heart slowly calm down.
The feeling just now was strange. Standing in front of the body covered with a white cloth, in that instant, his heart and brain felt as if they had been emptied.
His limbs were stiff as if he couldn't move.
But when he saw that the body under the white cloth was not Tang Xi, he seemed to let go of all his strength at once and took a deep breath.
Initially, his involvement with Tang Xi was merely to fulfill his mother's wish.
Why did he just feel such unbearable emotions...
The man's brows deepened, returning to his usual indifferent expression. Fu Tingzhou turned around, ready to leave the emergency room.
Suddenly, a woman's figure entered his eyes.
He called out sharply, "Tang Xi—"
