Distance doesn't matter now; as they spend more time together, their affection is sure to return. He firmly believed...
"Brother Han Feng is really amazing."
Bai Zhi smiled faintly, not commenting on whether that was good or bad. She wasn't really familiar with Han Feng, so hanging out was probably not a good idea.
"How has Xingxing been these past years?"
It wasn't without disappointment, but Han Feng kept telling himself that Xingxing was just nervous and distant because they hadn't seen each other for many years, and that it would get better. They had depended on each other once—it was impossible that there were no feelings left.
Even though he had heard things from Aunt Niu, he still wanted to hear it from Xingxing himself, just like in the past.
Bai Zhi picked up a stick and poked at the fire, not really for any reason, just out of habit, liking the feeling of watching the flames. She occasionally took a bite of potato.
