"I heard you." Fu Han retracted her gaze and sincerely looked at He Xing, "Thank you for helping me as a friend."
"You're wrong, it's fiancé." He Xing finished speaking and, without giving Fu Han a chance to explain, stepped down from the stage.
From his entrance to his exit, the whole episode lasted no more than a minute, but during that minute, the photographers' cameras never stopped clicking.
Fu Han didn't have time to care what those gossiping journalists thought. She took the kiwi and lemon off the podium and bit into an apple with a big bite.
Then she took a photo with one hand holding the apple against the backdrop of the blue sky.
The background of blue sky and white clouds was illusory, the red apple with its off-white flesh, and faintly visible apple seed added interest, but what was most striking was the bite mark on the edge of the apple, stained with red lipstick, creating an unforgettable impression, leading to endless conjecture.
