Fu Siyu was silent for a moment before he calmly looked at the object in Shu Wan's hand, "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
"Curious." Shu Wan spoke the truth, "If it's inconvenient to talk about, that's fine."
"That's not really the case."
Fu Siyu casually closed the door, then took the pile of things from Shu Wan's hand and placed them on the table.
Shu Wan hadn't really thought much about it at first, but when she saw the handcuffs in Fu Siyu's hand, she finally realized something was a bit off.
In Shu Wan's knowledge, these chains were used to bind people.
The bones in Fu Siyu's hands were distinct, the veins on the back of his hands barely visible, his palms broad, as though they could grip the entire handcuffs.
"This." At this moment, Fu Siyu suddenly raised his head to look at Shu Wan, "is used to cuff people."
Speaking, Fu Siyu pressed the switch, and with a click, the handcuffs—with their silvery white metallic sheen—clasped onto his wrist.
