Later on, she married Fu Tingzhou.
But every night, she too faced the darkness.
Imprisoned in that tiny cage, a house that wasn't hers, a cold, long night without freedom.
She became a caged bird.
Fu Tingzhou could feel the slight tremors of Tang Xi's shoulders; she was very afraid. The two were very close, so close that even in the dark, Fu Tingzhou could clearly see her pale lips, her tightly shut eyes, and even her hair strands conveyed her dislike for the night.
A warm embrace enveloped Tang Xi.
It was clearly very warm.
Yet her entire body shook, followed by a stiffness that spread to her limbs and bones.
Tang Xi's fingers clenched tightly.
In that instant, she wanted to embrace back.
But reason made Tang Xi calm down.
Her face rested against the man's chest.
The rhythm of Fu Tingzhou's clear and strong heartbeat enveloped her as it knocked against her eardrums.
She was held in Fu Tingzhou's arms like that.
The man held her tightly.