He Xing, having no other choice, especially when he faced the face that was identical to Du Wanting's, could only say helplessly, "Yes, you are my sister, I won't abandon you."
The sky suddenly seemed to turn gray, something disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it wasn't anything else but the last flicker of hope in Fu Han's heart.
She suddenly felt utterly exhausted, not understanding why she bothered to come here, facing what was clearly mockery directed at herself.
Fu Han slowly turned around and walked towards the door, with He Xing calling out loudly from behind her, "Xiaohan, wait a second, I have something to tell you."
But Xia Ning was prepared and clung tightly to He Xing's arm without letting go, crying out again with a squeal akin to the slaughter of a pig, "Brother He Xing, don't go, don't leave Xiaoning alone."
Now, every time Fu Han heard Xia Ning's cries, she felt utterly uncomfortable. She quickened her pace and hurried towards the elevator without stopping.
