Back when she was overseas, if Nan Qing dressed in a short-sleeved top with overalls, she would certainly be mistaken for a high-school student; even now, wearing a beautifully crafted bridesmaid dress, she always exudes a kind of naivete, as if she's just stepping into society.
Fu Han felt that there was a rare, innate purity about Nan Qing, the kind that comes from being well-protected by one's parents, having grown up in a privileged environment, untainted by worldly affairs.
Fu Han hadn't realized it before, but after what happened today, she found herself envying Nan Qing a bit.
Feeling Fu Han's gaze, Nan Qing suddenly turned around, and their eyes met in space, prompting simultaneous smiles from both girls.
Their laughter seemed to thaw something frozen, as if some connection had been reestablished.
