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Fu Han couldn't care less that she was still wearing her silk camisole nightgown; she grabbed her phone, looking at the frantic He Xing on the screen, "What about Grandpa, how is he?"
Since Fu Han had left, this was the first time He Xing had seen her up close. He Xing's hand touched the screen, tracing over her eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, and finally resting on her lips.
Even though she had been woken up in the middle of the night, Fu Han still looked radiant, like she was glowing, making it hard to look away.
He looked at Fu Han foolishly, wishing he had some superpower to go through the screen and be by her side; he was so focused on looking at Fu Han that he didn't hear a word she was saying.
Until Bai Qian, growing impatient, took the phone back, urging He Xing, "Hurry up and tell us, what exactly happened to your Grandpa?"
The change in the video pulled He Xing back from his reverie.
