"Between us, 'thank you' is never needed," He Xing said with his head lowered, his penetrating eyes fixed on Fu Han, insistently advising, "Remember that, okay?"
"I remember," Fu Han's distinctively clear eyes desperately dodged He Xing's burning gaze. Her look wandered to Nan Qing and Su Cheng nearby, but eventually, she mustered the courage to meet his eyes, "I... Can we find a place to talk?"
This was the first time Fu Han had taken the initiative to speak with He Xing since waking up, suggesting to "talk" with him. He Xing looked at her, surprised and delighted, and quickly nodded, "Of course, I'll take you to a nice place."
As he spoke, he reached out to take Fu Han's hand, but as soon as he touched the back of her hand, she reacted intensely and drew back.
A wounded expression flashed across He Xing's face, but in the next second, he returned to normal, mocking himself with ease, "I'm sorry, I'm just used to it. I won't do it again next time."
