He always does this, able to spot her flaws between the lines. Su Wanxin, seeing his all-knowing expression, hurriedly tries to defend herself, but it's useless.
Fu Shihan finds the answer he wants, silently walks to a sofa nearby, and lights a cigarette.
He finishes an entire cigarette before he looks again at Su Wanxin, who is still standing in the corner.
"Come here."
She shakes her head.
"Wanwan, come here."
He repeats in a low voice, his temper flaring because of her.
There are still some things unclear, he has suspicions, but he is not certain, he needs her help.
It feels like a century has passed, and Su Wanxin slowly walks over to him with heavy steps.
She can't clearly describe her feelings right now, tormented, anxious, uncomfortable, yet mixed with a slight sense of relief that is difficult to detect.
At some moments, she inexplicably feels a joy of relief, as if she had been struggling to carry a mountain alone and suddenly got a helper who is stronger than her.
