Fu Qingye was conscious that Shen Xi kept him at arm's length because of Qingli's threat.
At this very moment, Fu Qingye was overwhelmed with helplessness and despair. Why was she not his sister?
Everything he did would be deemed rightful without being branded nosy if the girl was his sister.
Nightfall.
With the Fu family home plunging into darkness, the huge estate was wrapped in a silvery glow by the illumination of the full moon.
Fu Qingli remained awake this whole time, staying still like a cold statue before a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The coarse facial lines on his stoic face gave out a chilly edge.
However, his presence seemed to be filled with desolation and despair.
The light was not turned on in the study. The pitch-dark room shared his loneliness, adding tension to the already tense atmosphere.
Moments later.
