Su Qing was held in Qi Tianshang's embrace, a foreign scent invading her nose, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away.
"Let go of me first."
Facing Qi Tianshang, she felt an inexplicable rejection from the bottom of her heart.
Qi Tianshang obediently released Su Qing but didn't let go of her hand, "Qinqin, where have you been these three years, do you know how long I've been looking for you?"
The affection in his eyes made her want to look away, to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter.
Giving up on struggling, Su Qing looked up at Qi Tianshang, "I don't know, I've forgotten."
Qi Tianshang gripped Su Qing's hand tighter, "It's alright if you've forgotten, as long as you're back, everything's fine. Come home with me, Qinqin."
Qi Tianshang led Su Qing out of the alley, and she, looking at their tightly clasped hands, pulled hers away forcefully.
