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Even with only a side profile visible, Fu Han could still discern the sadness in Wang Yixuan's expression. He was simply standing there quietly, doing nothing, not even speaking, but Fu Han felt as if she could perceive the tumultuous negative emotions crashing within him.
A wave of sorrow began to spread through Fu Han's heart, giving her the surreal sensation that everything Nan Qing had spoken of—forever, love—was nothing but a dream, nonexistent.
Fu Han knew that an open door was an invitation to enter, but out of politeness, she still knocked. It wasn't until she heard Wang Yixuan say "come in" that she slowly made her way inside.
Standing not far from the doorway, Fu Han looked at Wang Yixuan. She concealed all her deepest emotions and asked in the calmest voice she could muster, "Wang Yixuan, did you want to see me about something?"