Fu Han felt her face flush with redness. She coughed awkwardly a couple of times and said somewhat unnaturally, "Who said I was asking about your matters? I did not."
He Xing laughed out loud, his mood inexplicably lifted. He quickly followed Fu Han's lead and changed his tune, "Alright, alright, you were not asking about me. How are you feeling now?"
His words were exceptionally gentle, and as he spoke, the wind outside seemed to soften as well, and the roaring wind wasn't as harsh anymore.
Fu Han clearly heard her own heart start pounding furiously. Damn it, she was still angry with He Xing, but why did her heart rate increase at just a casual word from him?
She began to sulk without reason, not at someone else, but at herself for not even being able to stay purely angry; the sight of He Xing seemed to dispel half of her anger.
