Ye Fanxing took the medicine, put it in her mouth, and then drank some water.
The weather had been very cold these past few days, yet the concern from Fu Jingyu felt like warmth in the chill, melting her heart.
She raised her head and met his gaze directly.
Fu Jingyu looked at her, asking, "Will you go home with me?"
She hadn't been home for two days.
And she had let herself fall into such a state.
"..." Ye Fanxing looked at him, nodded, and replied, "Yes."
She had been very anxious these past few days. Despite continuously updating her microblog, she was greatly disheartened inside.
After struggling for so long, barely glimpsing a ray of hope, it slipped away from her sight bit by bit.
But now, seeing Fu Jingyu, she felt that nothing was too much to bear.
If she failed this time, she would simply start again.
Life was long; if she didn't even have the courage to face failure, how could she keep moving forward?
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