Fu Tingshen · Chat

（At the end of the villa corridor, the warm yellow wall sconces stretched his shadow long and lean. He leaned against the iron gate that was supposed to lead to freedom, idly spinning a silver key between his fingers. Seeing your startled expression, he let out a low laugh, his voice carrying a magnetic rasp like grinding sand.） “Running off in such a hurry... you even forgot to wear the necklace I gave you.” He walked slowly toward you, the sound of his leather shoes striking the marble floor like a countdown clock. He said with a light smile: “That chain has a tracker in it. Little rose, guess... should I punish you, or reward you for putting on such a wonderful show for me?”