A woman's fragile voice pulled Fu Jinghen back from his drifting thoughts, and he replied subconsciously, "It's nothing."
The truth about the arranged marriage, Fu Jinghen wasn't sure if Jiang Lai had ever told Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao and Qi Ming attended the same high school, and Fu Jinghen wasn't sure, or even dared to think whether Wen Qiao's reference to their "student days" meant anything specific.
"Qiaoqiao," Fu Jinghen called out to her.
"Hmm? What's up?"
He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and said, "It's nothing, I just felt like calling you."
"?"
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Jinghen skeptically, her eyes gleaming with inquiry, "You still haven't answered my question, is it because you remembered you still have love letters from girls, and you feel guilty?"
"....."
He really didn't know how she made that connection.
"No."
Wen Qiao pressed on, "No what? No one ever wrote you any, or you didn't keep them?"
"I didn't keep them."
