She grabbed the hem of her skirt and hurried to the dressing room.
Fu Yinzhou looked at her back, which was vaguely visible in his tears until it disappeared behind the locker room door.
He covered his face with his hands, tears seeping through his fingers.
Suddenly, he wiped away his tears and raised his arms.
He bit himself hard.
The intense pain and the smell of blood finally made him unable to suppress the corners of his lips.
It’s not a dream… It’s not a dream!
He stared at the key on the bed, raised the corner of his lip, and repeated what she had just said.
"Found it..."
Zhizhi.
After all these years, I finally found you...
The intense ecstasy did not last long, and Fu Yinzhou suddenly had an idea.
Since she is Zhizhi, why doesn’t she recognize me?
Did she forget herself?
This guess made his whole face turn miserable in an instant.
The palms holding the wheelchair gradually became wet.
He turned and looked at the closed locker room door.
She forgot him.
Fu Yinzhou suddenly felt breathless.
He leaned back in his chair, and raised more questions with his increasingly disordered and rapid breathing.
Zhizhi is still alive, but who was the person who died that year?
Did Fu Sheng fake her death?
If it was Fu Sheng who did it, then he had only one motive, which was to separate himself from Zhizhi.
So now, if he rashly recognizes Zhizhi, will it put her in danger again and threaten her life?
Does Fu Sheng know her true identity?
What kind of problems existed between her and Fu Sheng?
Too many questions come to mind.
It touched Fu Yinzhou's nerves.
He hated himself for being a cripple and not being able to protect her all the time.
yes……
He is a cripple.
This fact that suddenly popped into his mind stung his heart more than the cold sharp pain.
How can a disabled person be worthy of her?
Fu Yinzhou's eyes were filled with mist. He grabbed his collar and felt difficulty breathing for a moment.
Shen Zhiyi changed her clothes and came out. Seeing that he looked unhappy, she immediately rushed over and asked anxiously, "Master, how are you?"
Fu Yinzhou heard her voice and opened his eyes.
㱗Under the intense emotional impact, he threw away all thoughts and concerns, grabbed her wrist, and used force.
Let her fall into his lap.
Fu Yinzhou held her waist, pressed her towards him, and then put his arms around her, holding her tightly in his arms.
Knowing it was her, even his fingertips trembled.
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
"Young Master..."
It was the first time for him to hug her so passionately.
And he holds me so tightly.
"Don't move..." Fu Yinzhou buried his head in her neck, even his thin lips pressed against her beating pulse, and said in a muffled voice, "Just hold me like this for a while."
“Shen Zhiyi, I need you.”
He sniffed her breath deeply.
He should have known earlier that besides her, whose scent could be so effective on him?
What he longed for, what he missed, deep in his bones and memory.
All along, it's only her...
Amidst the overwhelming love from Fu Yinzhou, a strong desire arose to be close to her, and even to possess her.
A storm stirred in his dark eyes, and his gaze gradually became firm.
He will find out everything.
Before doing that, he must first confirm whether she still remembers him...
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