Fu Han didn't get up. The would-be bride and groom were over there playing out a scene of a sweet reunion like newlyweds, so she, a third wheel with an evident presence, decided it was best not to join the commotion.
Moreover, such commotion would only serve to highlight the loneliness of her own love, so she not only didn't want to mingle, she even considered dining alone in her room later, if only… she disliked the idea of her room absorbing the smell of food.
The words Nan Qing said at the door were, "Wang Yixuan, you're finally back. You wanted to starve me to death, didn't you?"
Then she immediately followed with, "He Xing, what are you doing here? I'm just borrowing Fu Han for a few days, you don't have to be so desperate to follow her here, do you?"
The moment Fu Han heard the name "He Xing", her heartbeat thundered like the beating of drums, drowning out all other sounds; her mind was filled with thoughts of why He Xing would come and what he wanted to say.
