Tan Ying sat behind a wooden office desk, working on his piles of documents.
Seeing that Xia Ling had entered, he spoke without even raising his head. "All the apartments that you've sought out, which one of them has adequate security measures to keep you safe from Pei Ziheng?"
Xia Ling only just understood why he had disapproved of all the previous apartments. So it seemed, the apartments were not the problem, it was the man she got involved with. Over the past few days, she had been trying her best to avoid thinking about him at all as if shrinking into her shell could make her forget that he ever existed. Yet, in fact, it was so difficult to forget him…
Even while singing "Glass Fingertips," all she pictured was him.
Fingertip stroking the glass panes/ in the cool, misty —
Air/ who is singing all alone —
The unspeakable/ forbidden pain…
