She had been better off not saying anything, but once she spoke so frankly, it made Fu Han feel even more heartbroken. She reached out, intending to pull Nan Qing into her embrace.
But she didn't, realizing that a hug could only comfort a child. An embrace could not heal an adult.
Fu Han's soft voice began to rise, "Nan Qing, I want to tell you some things about He Xing, Xia Ning, and myself. Perhaps after you hear them, you will know that what I say is sincere and that I never lied to you."
"He Xing and I knew each other first. Less than two years later, Xia Ning's mother died saving He Xing, and that's when Xia Ning came into our lives. Xia Ning was younger than me by a bit, but she was precocious. I think she probably liked He Xing from the moment she saw him. As for me, I don't remember when I started liking He Xing."
