Fu Tinghan closed his palm, holding her hand in his, staring at her nervously.
Zhao Hanzhang tried to withdraw her hand, but he held it tight, preventing her from pulling away.
Zhao Hanzhang looked at him with confusion, "Professor Fu, let go."
Fu Tinghan instinctively wanted to let go, but as his fingers lifted halfway, he remembered something and held on again, "At the funeral, I gave you a tape. It was an English reading of 'The Story of My Life'."
Zhao Hanzhang stopped trying to withdraw her hand and let him hold it. She propped her right hand under her head and looked at him, "Did you know then that I was going to go blind?"
"I didn't know," Fu Tinghan paused before saying, "But I knew the loneliness of losing parents and family. I hoped Helen Keller could give you the courage to get through that difficult time."
He said, "When my parents passed away, I got through it by reading this book. At the time, your eyes were injured, so I sent you the tape. I didn't think..."
