At that moment, He Xing leaned close to Fu Han and whispered, "Xiaohan, I knew every move you made abroad. I emailed you every day, but you never replied once. I was afraid that appearing suddenly would truly scare you away to a place where I couldn't find you. So even though I went to see you every few months, I never showed myself to you."
Tears appeared in Fu Han's eyes as she looked at He Xing with a wistful expression, feeling that her past self had really been too self-centered, always assuming she was the one who put the most into the relationship, completely oblivious to all the little things He Xing did in the background.
He Xing extended his finger and carefully wiped away the tears on Fu Han's cheeks, saying with a pained heart, "Xiaohan, don't cry. I'm not telling you all this to make you cry."
"I'm not crying," Fu Han tried hard to blink back her tears, but the tears in her eyes refused to obey, and she couldn't control them no matter what.
