But it only lasted a moment.
A few minutes later, Wen Qiao leaned back her head, bumping against Fu Jinghen's shoulder. Then she pointed towards the image in the mirror, tilting her head slightly, "Take a look, we look so well-matched standing together."
Fu Jinghen glanced at the mirror and didn't speak, but he didn't deny it either.
Wen Qiao didn't mind. She recalled an unanswered question from before and asked again, "You still haven't told me, how did you come here?"
What an incessant curiosity.
Fu Jinghen's fingers threaded through Wen Qiao's hair, flicking his wrist so the warm air could reach the inner layers of her hair.
The young girl's hair was fine and soft, a sign of good fortune.
He replied, "I had some business around here."
"Oh," Wen Qiao nodded, "So you just happened to stop by to see me..."
"...."
Fu Jinghen didn't respond, knowing from his understanding of Wen Qiao, what she was about to say was the real point.
