Fu Han looked up and immediately saw the concern in Nan Qing's eyes that she couldn't hide. Her heart softened, and she nodded, "I know."
Turns out even though Nan Qing never asked her about it, she still knew there was a problem between her and He Xing. And now, Nan Qing came to advise her with such worry. Real emotions and pretense, you really can tell them apart at a glance.
Fu Han went downstairs, outside the main door was a simple garden built in the middle of the community: a pavilion, a small square, a lawn, and some very ordinary flowers and plants.
At first glance, she didn't see He Xing and wondered where on earth he might be.
It was only after she thoroughly scanned the surroundings that she found He Xing sitting in the pavilion, leaning against the railing, his head slightly tilted as if lost in thought.
The hazy light mixed with the ambient glow fell on He Xing, making him appear as if he radiated his own soft, albeit not intense, light that gave a warm strength.
