"What were you so afraid of?" Qin Shu asked.
Fu Tingyu did not know what he should say to quell Qin Shu's anger.
In his desperation, he let slip the words he buried in his heart, words not meant to be said.
Fu Tingyu pursed his lips, refusing to speak further.
No man would willingly talk of their wife's relationship with another man.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Qin Shu suddenly turned around and faced him. The lights were not lit, masking Fu Tingyu's expression from her.
Fu Tingyu clenched his teeth, seemingly in agony. He clutched onto Qin Shu as if she were his only lifeline left. With great reluctance, he said, "You and Han Xiao were peas in a pod; your relationship could not have been better. I feared you would remember the past and go looking for him."
It was a lot for her to take in. Were they a thing in the past?
Qin Shu felt her heart flutter and could not help but ask, "Did I like Han Xiao in the past?"
