Fu Han sighed quietly, a sound barely detectable. The music had nothing to do with her current mood—in fact, it seemed to mock her plight.
She really did not want to answer He Xing's question, but seeing the persistence written all over his face, she realized that evasion was futile; she must answer his query.
Fu Han looked up to meet He Xing's gaze squarely and said earnestly, "He Xing, I'm sorry. I've forgotten our past, how I used to like you... And, I hope we can remain just as friends at least until my memory returns."
With every word she uttered, she saw the light in He Xing's eyes dim slightly, until, after she finished speaking, the final glimmer of brightness in his eyes flickered and then disappeared entirely.
Fu Han's heart felt as if it was clenched by a great hand, powerless to resist the crushing grip.
For a moment, she softened. She even had the urge to step forward and embrace He Xing, to tell him she remembered everything—that they would be together forever.