All the messages were sent by He Xing.
"Xiaohan, where are you?"
"Xiaohan, why aren't you answering the phone?"
"Xiaohan, don't go. Wait for me at the airport; I'll be right there to pick you up!"
Tears slid down Fu Han's cheeks. She had thought it all through; she remembered nothing and was a free person. She only liked He Xing a little bit, and what she wished for even more was to travel around and see different sceneries.
But why, at the thought of never seeing He Xing again in the future, did she feel so sad that even breathing became painful?
"Hey, are you crying?" Suddenly a voice came from in front of her.
Fu Han rubbed her eyes and looked up, stopping her tears in surprise. This person... wasn't this the pianist she had met once at the restaurant, the day He Xing had invited her for dinner?
