The relief that washed over his face was immediate and profound. He pulled her close again, wrapping his arms around her as he could physically shield her from her own questions.
"Thank you," he murmured into her hair.
They lay there in silence for a while, the only sounds of the muffled movement of water and the occasional chime of the anklet when she shifted were the only ones echoed. Tang Fei tried to let it go, tried to accept his non-answers and move on.
But her mind kept circling back, kept trying to fill in the gaps with logic and deduction. The original Tang Fei had tried to kill the children. She'd been saying "I killed him." She'd been found with petrol and matches. And now Huo Ting Cheng was actively preventing another pregnancy while lying about his fertility.
The pieces didn't quite fit together, but the shape they were forming was dark and terrible.
