"Moreover, I still rember, the row of words on that paper had been slashed in many places, the handwriting was very rigid. The words seed quite gentle, but they were filled with hostility when written."
"What’s that supposed to an?"
"I need to talk to my superior about this matter, don’t bring trouble to ."
...
Song Yi felt her whole body stiffen, she was completely numb, and it seed that the only thing she could feel was her heart.
It was pulling with pain.
She clutched the report she had written herself, turned, and stumbled away from the office door.
She only felt that Tang Si was struggling in such an environnt, facing tests from superiors above and tests from society below.
In the middle of all this, handling complex social interactions, no wonder he was indifferent when he heard others gossiping about him.
She felt all her emotions becoming sowhat restless and anxious, and she ran tirelessly, wanting to see him.
Tang Si, that big liar, doesn’t have a girlfriend at all! She’s almost dying of jealousy.
Just at the corner, she bumped hard into an embrace filled with the scent of tobacco, and the man casually steadied her shoulder.
Looking up, she saw the man looking down at her.
When the man saw that it was Song Yi, a smile rose at the corner of his lips, the lazy smile in his peach blossom eyes: "Why are you running? Is there a ghost chasing you?"
His tone was still calm and indifferent, as if nothing could disturb his ease.
Song Yi stared at him, as if trying to see through to his soul.
Instincts of a criminal policeman are always keen.
Tang Si’s smile faded a bit: "What’s wrong?"
Song Yi didn’t answer him, instead, she buried her head into his embrace, holding him tightly.
Due to the inertia, Tang Si stepped back a few paces, and faced with Song Yi’s sudden hug, he was sowhat at a loss.
His hands froze in the air, not knowing where to place them, his nostrils filled with the scent of her, clear, sweet, and beautiful.
She was from a completely different world than him.
The woman was soft, her figure gentle, and she was thin.
Tang Si’s lips moved, about to speak.
Suddenly, Song Yi, her head buried in his chest, spoke muffled: "Tang Si, you asked before if I had heard a phrase. Have you heard a phrase?"
Finished speaking, she released him, looked up at him, her eyes misty, as if she had cried.
Such gaze, with a subtle light, pierced straight into his heart.
His breath hitched, then he slowly looked at her and uttered a nasal sound: "Hmm?"
"No one is born strong, weak, or resolute. It’s only later that they beco strong and resolute. Fate is not on a person but all around them."
Her delicate brows, looking at him, she spoke these words softly, slowly, like a clear spring refreshing his soul.
At this mont, she was beautifully lazy, elegant, and elusive.
Her sudden words, Tang Si looked at her puzzled: "Hmm?"
Not understanding why she said this.
Again, a nasal sound, deep and sexy.
Song Yi held his wrist, as if to convey strength to him: "There are many things around people. Try to feel the good things around you, ignore the bad ones, okay?"
"Even if it’s a fleeting mont of beauty, please hold onto it tightly, okay?"
Tang Si lowered his eyes: "Alright."
But the bad things, he couldn’t ignore them, nor could he, that’s duty, responsibility, accountability.
He raised his brows again, the lines of his lips rising, very sculpted, very delicate, sexy.
"For example, what’s beautiful?"
As he spoke, the man’s hand turned to clasp her wrist tightly: "Is it you?"
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