Actually, Fu Tingzhou's mind was in turmoil, and at this moment, his heartbeat sped up as the scene from his dreams emerged again, and he held Tang Xi even tighter in his embrace, unwilling to let go even a little bit.
"Was it you I met in the ruins?"
Tang Xi's eyelashes trembled, and her memories were pulled back to five years ago in an instant.
"Five years ago, I was a thoracic surgeon at the First Hospital of North City, I followed the medical staff from the hospital to support the disaster area. That's when I saw you lying in the ruins, I saved you, bandaged your wounds, and waited for rescue together."
"It really was you." Fu Tingzhou closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes slightly moist.
"Tang Xi, it really was you," he repeated, his voice trembling once again.
