"Mmm..." The last bit of light on He Xing's face extinguished, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea. For the first time in his life, he felt fatigue, a boundless fatigue that was spreading.
He realized that there were so many things beyond his control that kept him from being free to stay by her side.
The moment the words left Fu Han's mouth, she knew she had misspoken. She hurriedly looked up, trying to explain, "I... I didn't mean that, I meant to say it just so happened..."
"I know." He Xing forced a smile, his broad palm landing on her slender shoulder. The warmth from his palm seeped through her clothes into her heart, scorching and intense, like a heat patch on the small of her back during the coldest winters.
Although Old Master He was waiting, He Xing still insisted on going downstairs with Fu Han. In the elevator, they stood side by side at the back. When He Xing looked at Fu Han, he suddenly noticed that the necklace on her neck was gone.
