Fang Junjie looked at her one last time, something fleeting in his eyes, too quick to catch, then he lowered his head to the documents on his desk, saying calmly, “Leave, don’t cry in front of me.” Wei Xiaozhang had a lot to say but couldn’t utter a word; a lump was stuck in her throat, growing larger by the second, blocking any words from coming out. With all her might, she managed to squeeze out three words, “I’m sorry.” She wiped her tears haphazardly with a hand she couldn’t even tell was hers, then quickly turned towards the door. Her hand was already on the doorknob when she suddenly heard Fang Junjie’s voice from behind, “Wait, what’s that wrapped around your hand?” Fu Xiaotang’s heart ached, and tears welled up again. Shaking her head, her voice thick with emotion, she muttered an unclear “Nothing,” and dashed out the door. She had taken a sick day yesterday to write this, and that’s all for today. Please check back at six tomorrow evening for the next update. I will gradually make up for the parts I missed. Thank you for your patience!
Volume Two: Dancer, Chapter Seventy-Five: Mutual Promise
It was raining outside, a fine drizzle like ox hair, yet dense and not to be underestimated. Fu Xiaotang rushed out of the Celestial Mansion, walking briskly into the rain, which seemed like a vast cradle beckoning her. She walked on without stopping, only realizing she was soaked when she was far away. She didn’t turn back; instinctively, she felt unwanted and only wanted to be somewhere without Fang Junjie. Thus, she walked alone, lost in the rain-soaked night, not knowing where she was heading.
Time passed, and she didn’t know how far she had gone. Stumbling, she burst into a place where shadows of people seemed to blur before her. She heard gasps, then Xiao Tao’s urgent, frantic call, “Tangtang, what’s wrong with you?” Feeling relieved, Fu Xiaotang fell forward and passed out, as if locked in a dark box, knowing nothing more.
