As soon as she entered the bar, a piercing smell of smoke hit her face. The air inside the bar was a mix of alcohol, perfume, and body odor, an amalgamation of scents that almost made Fu Han throw up the drink she had just consumed.
She noticed that Nan Qing's eyebrows were furrowed high, indicating her dislike of the place, but He Xing remained expressionless. Could it be that he frequented this place and that was why he appeared so calm?
This thought made Fu Han very uncomfortable, especially when she recalled some past events—the times she had picked up a drunken He Xing from the bar, or the "intimate photos" of He Xing and Xia Ning drinking at a bar.
In reality, she knew she shouldn't dwell on these things, as it was just torturing herself. After all, He Xing had explained himself; but some things are like that: understanding the logic is one thing, truly accepting it is quite another.
