The air pressure in the car was low. Chuzheng used her paws to pat at Shang Qi.
Shang Qi felt that soft and tender sensation in his palm, snapped back a little, and met those deep, tranquil sapphire eyes.
For some reason, Shang Qi suddenly felt that this little thing was worried about him.
Maybe it was because there had been too much coldness around him. With this little bit of warmth added in, he could automatically interpret from it what he needed.
He raised his hand and stroked down Chuzheng's back. "I'm fine."
When he first saw her, that voice in his heart had told him to bring her back. Looking at it now, that was the best decision he'd ever made.
Shang Qi said he was fine, and when they got back he also acted normal, eating together with Chuzheng.
But right after they finished eating, the moment Chuzheng zoned out, Shang Qi disappeared.
Then Chuzheng heard that same broken, repressed sound of the piano from last time, drifting out of the music room again.
