After five years of separation, Xia Tang did not expect such a scene.
She is no longer his tutor, and he is no longer a student; with a change of identity, he is a newly signed artist by the media, and she is his hand-picked manager.
At that time, the young man was no longer rebellious, and his handsome face was now more casual and calm. His deep eyes were like broken stars, staring at her, and after a while he said, "Long time no see."
Xia Tang thought that he was retaliating for her cruel departure, so she just silently did her job and helped him to the top with his own hands.
Little did he know that he had a soft spot for her, but he had planned it for a long time.
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Xia Tang hurried over holding an umbrella. Seeing him squatting in a dark corner with blood oozing from the wound on his face, she knelt down and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Before her hand touched his face, Fu Zigui's beautiful eyes were red, his throat was filled with sobs, and he was suppressed by him. He turned away angrily and said in a cold tone: "Anyway, what happens to me from now on is none of your business."
From the corner of his eye, he saw her eyes suddenly misting, and he gritted his teeth, his heart throbbing suddenly.
He wanted to ask her, didn't she want her own first? Why do you look so hurt?
Fu Zigui's indifferent attitude made Xia Tang take back his hand. Since he didn't want to see him, he might as well leave.
Seeing her getting up to leave, Fu Zigui finally panicked and grabbed her wrist, his wet eyes filled with helplessness and confusion, like a wet puppy on the street: "Xia Tang, do you really not want me?"
Intention: You are the beating heart of my youth and my soft spot for many years.