This is also why she was unwilling to leave with him.
How could she just go with him because of a single sentence? She wasn't a child who could be coaxed with some candy and sweet words and then run off with someone.
"What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell somewhere?" Fu Rong turned to look at her, his normally icy gaze surprisingly tinged with a trace of nervousness.
She couldn't understand what he was nervous about. Was he nervous she might remember? Or was he nervous she might confront him?
Oh, she indeed ought to confront him, but it seemed the timing wasn't right just yet.
"No, I'm just curious. Why are you here? And why am I here?" Her eyes showed a hint of wariness.
These days, whenever she looked at him, it was always with this expression. Seeing this reassured him as he replied, "You're sick. I brought you here for a check-up, that's all."
