Song Yuwei, whose mood Qin Han had just been building up, fell out of character in an instant, a rare hint of embarrassment appearing on his face as he scratched his head and said, "Um, I was wondering what we're having for dinner tonight?"
Watching Qin Han's expression, Song Yuwei couldn't hold back her laughter, covering her mouth and giggling softly. In the next moment, she tiptoed up and kissed him on the face as lightly as a dragonfly skimming water.
With the soft touch of her lips, Qin Han was momentarily stunned, touching the spot where Song Yuwei had kissed him, just staring blankly at the distant lights, speechless for a long time.
"You fool!" Song Yuwei chided softly upon seeing Qin Han's dazed expression.
Song Yuwei turned her head and continued walking forward. Qin Han saw that she wasn't pressing the issue of his rebirth anymore and let out a long sigh of relief internally. If she kept asking, he didn't know how he would continue to fabricate the story.
