The sudden embrace left Mi Shen bewildered.
"Fengchang..." Mi Shen stammered, calling for him.
He held her even tighter, his deep voice drifting into her ears, "I was attacked on the way there, had to change a tire, and got delayed."
His voice was soft and lacked force, yet it carried a sincerity unique to him, melting her heart.
She suddenly realized that the anger she had bottled up for so long dissipated in an instant with his explanation.
All the responses she had thought of before were completely ineffective when she actually faced him.
But she was a girl, and a girl who was petty about her feelings at that, so she wouldn't choose to keep the questions that needed asking to herself.
Fengchang held her too tightly; she had to stand on tiptoes, her nose smothered in his clothes, which made her posture quite uncomfortable and breathing difficult.
She pushed against him with her hand and wriggled out from his embrace, "I called you earlier, and a woman answered."