"Hmm, I know you're telling the truth." Fu Han's lips curved into a smile, but it was one of mockery, "But, that's not the whole truth, is it? Their main job may be to protect me, but at the same time, they're also helping you keep an eye on me, reporting my every word and action back to you."
He Xing's mouth struggled open, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end, all he said was, "I'm sorry."
The volume of those three words was low, like snowflakes falling to the ground, creating no ripple at all.
But... but just a single snowflake can trigger an avalanche, an undeniable fact; for Fu Han right now, He Xing's words were indeed that snowflake causing the avalanche.
The last glimmer of hope in Fu Han's eyes vanished as she looked at He Xing with disappointment, wanting to say something yet not knowing where to start.
