Perhaps it was the scene from the night before that caused Fu Han's dreams to be a chaotic mess—there were flashes of their past as a couple, lost in passion, nearly crossing the line, as well as countless times she watched He Xing embrace the fragile Xia Ning's figure as he left resolutely.
"Don't go!"
"I told you, I really didn't do anything to Xia Ning!"
The young girl held her face in pain, but was soon replaced by a cool photographer with his hands in his pockets, striding forward unaffected.
"Romantic love is so boring, not as interesting as the great mountains and rivers or the freedom of photography..."
Then, Fu Han was woken up by a phone call from her best friend Nan Qing.
Yawning and groggy, she answered the call, "What's up?"
