Who turned He Xing into this? Who made He Xing's usually straight back bend?
She knew she was one of the culprits, but she didn't feel she was the one with the greatest guilt, yet no matter how you put it, she wasn't innocent, right?
Xiaohan lowered her head to look at He Xing, and almost blurted out, "Okay!"
But what could she say besides "okay"? While she was thinking, her phone rang. She had never hated the new message notification feature as much as she did at this moment.
She had intended to ignore the message, but as her gaze swept over, she saw a change in He Xing's expression. It was his most commonly shown look, indifferent, as if he did not belong to this world— that kind of detachment.
"You should check your message first," his voice was also indifferent, like a cold wind scraping across the surface of a frozen lake, bringing an unmistakable chill.
