Darkness flitted across Han Bi's eyes, but she hid it remarkably well.
Wen Nuan asked, "Why don't you return it to him personally? This belongs to him—why have me pass it along?"
"I just happened to be going downstairs and ran into you, so I thought you could pass it along," Han Bi said. Feimo doesn't want this watch anymore, but she wanted him to accept it. This watch contained all her feelings for him; he couldn't just heartlessly discard it.
Wen Nuan closed the box, her face showing no emotion, "I understand, I'll pass it on for you."
Han Bi smiled, "Thank you."
Wen Nuan felt as if a mischievous kitten had taken up residence in her heart, using its claws to scratch at her heart—painful yet somewhat ticklish. The evening breeze froze a layer of ice on her face.
"Since there's nothing else, I'll be going now, Miss Han please take your time."
