He Xing's feet were large, and so were his footprints, perfectly encasing Fu Han's smaller ones.
As they walked, Fu Han felt a sudden urge and couldn't help but look up at He Xing, who just happened to turn around, and their gazes met in the air.
It seemed as if something had changed, and yet it seemed as if nothing had at all.
A few seconds later, He Xing started walking forward again, but this time his steps were much smaller, no longer the long strides he had previously taken.
A warmth filled Fu Han's heart; so He Xing could also be so thoughtful at times.
In the past, she would often complain that He Xing didn't act at all like a fiancé. He never catered to her whimsical wishes, wouldn't drive her around when they went out, would never carry her shopping bags, and when walking together, he never took the initiative to hold hands. Sometimes when Fu Han took his hand, he would even shake it off.
