"She isn't a prisoner, Ting Cheng. This is a woman that you love. If you restrain her, then you would go back to the fighting life you always had." Huo Qi said quietly, unable to stop himself.
"She was safe, I made sure of that," Huo Ting Cheng corrected, his voice sharp as a blade. "Safe from the world that destroyed her. Safe from the family that betrayed her. Safe from her own broken mind." He straightened, his hand falling away from Tang Fei's face.
"And then I made the mistake of listening to her and everyone else who said she needed 'normalcy,' 'social interaction,' 'independence.' So I gave her freedom. I let her do her things, make friends, live a normal life."
He turned back to them, and the rage that had been simmering beneath the surface finally erupted.
