aven't they"Fu Yan shook her head, afraid that she would cry if she opened her mouth.Old Master Fu gently tucked the ebony comb into the pocket of his hospital gown and patted it softly.He pulled over...Xiaoyi pushed open the window, letting fresh air flow into the room.r man in the center.A coldness emanated from the man's features, keeping people at arm's length. Yet, when he saw Fu Yan, the emotions in his eyes were restrained, and the fingers hanging by his side...