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He Xing immediately turned around, his face full of concern as he asked, "Xiaohan, what's wrong?"
Fu Han's eyes suddenly felt a bit sour, and she sniffled, trying hard to muster a small smile: "It's nothing, I mean, Wang Yixuan is just like that, with a mouth that begs to be punched, but actually, he's a really good person, he's my..."
After a moment of thought, Fu Han chose her words carefully before speaking again: "He's just a normal friend of mine, and he hasn't shown any intention of pursuing me, so don't think too much about it."
"Really?" He Xing turned his head to look at Wang Yixuan. The latter scoffed coldly without saying anything, which counted as neither a denial nor a confirmation.
The tension in He Xing's back relaxed instantly, and his heart felt like a stream flowing gently, the emotion of joy carried along by the waters.
