Shen Yan went to Fu Hang's detention center. They hadn't seen each other in a day, but Shen Yan felt like they hadn't seen each other in three years.
Shen Yan's face couldn't cover her haggard expression even after applying makeup because she didn't get enough sleep the night before.
Fu Hang appeared to be considerably more relaxed than Shen Yan as if the corruption issue had had no effect on him.
"Didn't you get a good night's sleep last night?" Fu Hang flashed Shen Yan a troubled look.
Shen Yan's heart eased a little as she saw Fu Hang's relaxed expression, and she nodded lightly. "Yes."
Shen Yan caressed Fu Hang's face with her palm, her fingertips brushing against the stubble on his chin. Normally, Fu Hang would tidy up himself and leave no stubs behind. "About this topic, I..." she murmured, her voice breaking with anguish.
"Don't worry about me, Darling. I'll be out soon." Shen Yan was comforted by Fu Hang as he turned around.
