Han Hu watched Fu Bing with envy. "I'm really envious of one particular ability you have."
"What?"
"You never reject any goodwill that comes your way, and those people genuinely love you."
Fu Bing took a sip of plain water, enviously watching Han Hu and Zhang Man drinking alcohol.
She didn't usually drink alcohol either, but being ordered not to, she felt a little rebellious.
However, she managed to control herself.
"Perhaps it's because I have strong empathy. I hope that when I face insurmountable difficulties, someone will be there to help me through them. Because I have that need myself, I know I must be willing to give first. And because of that, more and more people have gathered around me. They're grateful for the warmth or important opportunities I once gave them, and they're willing to be there for me when I need them."
