Qin Jinhai returned to the Imperial Garden, but he didn't go back to his own villa.
He unlocked and entered Fu Bing's villa.
Without even bothering to take off his shoes, he lifted the dust cover from the bed and collapsed onto Fu Bing's bed.
She had been gone for too long, and the scent lingering on the bedding was faint. He frantically sought equilibrium in that faint scent. That scent, like a siren's call, was driving him mad. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out before resorting to violence to pull her into his embrace. He didn't know how much longer he could act human in her presence…
"Fu Bing."
"Fu Bing."
"Fu Bing!"
Qin Jinhai buried his face in the pillow, repeating Fu Bing's name over and over. He used her name to suppress the cruel instincts ingrained in him over years of training. He tried to bring forth the version of himself that Fu Bing had liked.
