He Xing immediately let go of his worries, ruffling Fu Han's hair with an indulgent smile, "I was in such a hurry coming out that I didn't brush my teeth, so I'll go back and do it properly. You should rest a bit more; you'll have to get up soon."
"Got it," Fu Han nodded. She waved at He Xing and turned back to her room.
When the door closed behind her, the last line of defense in Fu Han's heart finally crumbled. She lay sprawled on the bed, engaged in an internal struggle.
She couldn't accept He Xing's belief that emotional infidelity was more frightening than physical infidelity. In her heart, love was sacred, pristine, imperishable, and impervious to corruption. Yet clearly, He Xing's behavior did not align with her definition of love.
However, giving up on He Xing was also hard for her. The elder Mr. He was one factor, and she was well aware that she loved He Xing, to the degree that no matter what happened, her love for him would persist.
