She had just been absentmindedly doodling, not expecting to actually write down He Xing's name, and not only his, she had also written her own name, with a heart symbol between them.
It was as if a drop of cinnabar had fallen into clear water, instantly dyeing the whole basin pink.
The blush on Fu Han's face, no one knew where it started, but by the end, not only was her face red, but her neck was flushed as well.
She felt everyone's gazes on her, and regardless of what they thought, the sheer number of eyes fixated on her was more than she could take.
"I... I just wrote it randomly," Fu Han said, reaching out to wipe the handwriting on the car window in a mess.
In an instant, the names of He Xing and Fu Han disappeared as if they had never existed, the only evidence being the coldness of Fu Han's fingertips proving those four characters had been there.
