Fu Yan also didn't expect to meet Fu Hanlin at this time.

In fact, they hadn't seen each other for a while. Every time she went to visit Old Master Fu, she chose times when Fu Hanlin wasn't there. And after her clear statement at the hospital that time, Fu Hanlin had always kept his distance and didn't take things further.

Fu Hanlin's eyes only had a brief moment of astonishment and depth, fleeting in an instant. He took long strides toward Fu Yan.

"Is Ji Lin okay?"

Fu Yan glanced at the building behind him. It wasn't the one she lived in.

Does he have friends here too?

However, she would not bring up topics that were none of her business and would only answer his questions, "Same as always."

Ji Lin pretended to be strong, acting like nothing was wrong in front of his parents. But Fu Yan asked the maid from Ji's household, and learned that Ji Lin spent every day polishing trophies or just sitting by the window staring into space.

There is not a trace of his former self left.

Fu Hanlin hummed softly, "We need to give him some time to adjust. You don't have to worry too much."

Fu Yan nodded slightly. "How is Grandpa Fu?"

She hasn't been to the hospital these two days.

Fu Hanlin's eyes flashed a trace of melancholy, but it quickly returned to calm. "He said he was going to Guangcheng in two days, his grandmother's hometown,"

"Is he alright?" Fu Yan worried.

Whether by high-speed rail or plane, it's a shock to Mr. Fu, who doesn't have much time left.

Fu Hanlin gave her a reassuring, faint smile. "This is the only wish the old man had before he died, I will take a doctor with me to Guangcheng."

"That's good." Fu Yan felt a pang of sadness as soon as she thought that Grandpa Fu didn't have much time left.

Fu Hanlin is his grandson, his feelings must be more than a thousand times worse than hers.

She sneezed and sniffed, probably because of the recent temperature increase. She took off some of her clothes right away, and she was a bit chilly.

Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of her and offered her a blue square handkerchief.

"Rub it." Fu Hanlin's warm voice mingled with the wind.

Fu Yan looked at the handkerchief and didn't take it, "I'm fine..."

Before she could finish her words, Fu Hanlin seemed to let out a sigh, as if in agreement. He took a step forward, holding a handkerchief in his hand. With gentle movements, he wiped away a stray drop of saliva from the corner of her mouth.

"It's not necessary to refuse so abruptly. Even if we can't be lovers, we could still be friends."

Fu Hanlin took off his suit jacket and draped it over her, "There's still a temperature difference between day and night, don't be too cold."

At this moment, the man's heavy breathing echoed from the room on the fifth floor. Cao Man was pressed against the window ledge by one of the men. Her upper body leaned out the window, struggling to grab the curtains for leverage, but when her grip loosened, her hands clutched onto the window frame.

The man galloped behind her.

She cried out, her voice hoarse and raw, but the man seemed to ignore her completely. With tear-filled eyes, she stared out the window at the endless night...

In a blink, tears rolled down her eyes, and her vision cleared. She saw a man and a woman standing downstairs in the apartment building.

The man was tall and imposing, even without seeing his face one could tell he was extraordinary. The woman standing before him was beautiful, her head bowed. The man handed her a handkerchief to wipe her face, and after a while, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over the woman's shoulders.

It's Fu Hanlin and...Fu Yan!

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