Xia Ning had been following her at a distance, not too far nor too near. Seeing Fu Han staring thoughtfully at the morning glories, she said disdainfully, "What's so great about a flower that can only cling to others? Next time, I'll ask He Xing to dig this plant up."
Every time Fu Han heard her speak, she felt annoyed. Slowly rising, she looked at Xia Ning and said word by word, "You are free to try."
It was a simple sentence, but for some reason, Xia Ning felt a sense of fear looking at Fu Han's face. When the night breeze blew, she realized her back was soaked with sweat.
But Xia Ning was unwilling to concede defeat like this; it was too humiliating.
Xia Ning stomped her foot hard: "Fu Han, do you think you can change everything just by coming back? My mother saved He Xing from death, he definitely won't ignore me."
