After such a long time apart, the man gave her a vastly different impression.
His gaze had become a few degrees sharper, his demeanor carried a faint, repelling coldness, as if pushing people thousands of miles away; even now, while she was in his arms, she couldn't feel any fluctuation in his emotions.
Chi Yue simply watched him, and after confirming that there was no change in his expression as he looked at her, she quietly clenched her fist.
"Miss, how much longer do you plan to watch?"
The man's voice was neither salty nor bland but was filled with an unmistakable sense of rejection.
Far from stepping back, Chi Yue grasped his clothes even tighter, "Fu Rongyin, don't you remember me?"
The man's sharp brows furrowed, his tone a few degrees colder than before, "Let go!"
Chi Yue tightened her fist, "Fu Rongyin, do you truly not remember me, or are you pretending not to?"
