Suddenly, Fu Xingbo gave her a flick on the forehead, and Fu Han cried out in pain, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Fu Xingbo laughed like a gentle breeze under a clear moon, "You're just a child, always thinking about where to play, yet here you are reflecting on life? What on earth is filling your head?"
Strangely, the wind outside the window became much gentler, gently blowing Fu Han's hair, softly brushing her cheeks, and her heart instantly softened.
Fu Han rested her head on Fu Xingbo's shoulder as she used to and whispered, "Uncle, I want to leave early, the sooner the better. Is that okay?"
"Why?" Fu Xingbo didn't answer but asked in return. He wrapped his arm around Fu Han's shoulder, and his gentle voice arose, "Because of what just happened?"
Fu Han's heart was complicated. She knew she didn't want to leave solely because of what had just happened, but what should she say? She didn't know, nor did she know how to start.
