He Xing hesitated no longer and hurried toward Fu Han's ward. The moment he opened the door, a smile was already on his face, "Xiaohan, I'm back. Are you hungry?"
"You're back," Fu Han smiled. Today, the bruises on her face had vanished, replaced by her usual fair complexion, smooth like a peeled egg.
Sunlight streamed in through the window behind Fu Han, casting a golden halo on her, making her look as pure and lovely as a fairy.
It was as if a warm breeze had blown through, instantly soothing He Xing's restless heart.
He opened the breakfast he had bought, smiling like a breathe of spring, "There's not much to choose from for breakfast on New Year's Day, so you'll just have to make do."
"Sure," Fu Han's smile brightened even more, playfully sticking out her tongue, "The most important thing about eating is the mood, and… eating with someone you like is a happy thing."
Having said that, Fu Han dared not look at He Xing any longer and lowered her head to start eating.
