“You're really pretty.”
The first time five-year-old Fang Zhiyi saw thirteen-year-old Fu Chengzhao, she was captivated by his looks and ran over to praise him with a beaming smile.
Back then, Fu Chengzhao merely stared coldly at the little chatterbox before him and said nothing.
One day, Fu Chengzhao suddenly disappeared without leaving a single word behind.
Ten years later, Fu Chengzhao rose to power and became the man everyone called Master Fu.
When he sent people to look into the young master from back then, he learned that not long after he left, her family had suffered a calamity and she had been persecuted.
When they met again, Tangtang grabbed the hands that were tightly clamped around her neck and pressed them even harder against her throat. Still smiling, she gazed at him. The feeling of being choked couldn't stop her from saying what she wanted to say. “You're really pretty. Are you going to kill me?”
Fu Chengzhao quietly looked at the person who had been gone for over a decade. Without realizing it, he eased his grip a little, then rubbed his thumb firmly against her skin. A red mark appeared at once.
Her smiling eyes were utterly serious, even a little excited and obsessive. “I'd be happy to die by your hand. I'd be even happier if you could keep me with you all the time.”
Fu Chengzhao suppressed the turmoil in his eyes, let go, and asked, “What's your name?”
Tangtang casually rubbed her neck and moved closer, her eyes full of delight. She cheerfully introduced herself. “My name is Tangtang. Tang as in candy. Candy is sweet, and so am I. Would you like a taste?”
