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Fu Han sniffled and pushed the tears back, then forced herself to speak with feigned calm, "You did nothing wrong; I just wanted to go out to clear my mind."
"Then can I go with you, would that be okay?" He Xing immediately asked anxiously, and although his face wasn't clear, the words he spoke felt sincere.
For some reason, that sour feeling in Fu Han's nose had vanished, and her heart, which had been tangled for so long, became exceptionally calm.
In fact, when she heard He Xing speak to her in such an almost servile tone, she felt very sad, as if thousands of needles were simultaneously piercing her body. Does it hurt? Of course, but when the pain runs deep, you become numb to all feeling.
In the watery night, Fu Han's clear voice was like a sprite dancing on piano strings, "He Xing, what I mean is, I want to stay somewhere else for a while, not just to travel."
