<h4>Chapter 367: Chapter 367: The Same Face</h4><h4></h4>


    There was a brief spark of light in Ji Liangchuan’s eyes, but he quickly masked it. With a helpless smile, he said, "You youngdies are really too adorable. The matter between you and He Xing is a case of ’the pot calling the kettle ck’, and I can’t really say who’s right and who’s wrong."


    This statement was somewhat fair, and though Fu Han was still seething with anger inside, she couldn’t rebut and could only agree that it was indeed the case. She didn’t speak, but turned her head to look out the window again.


    It was only a matter of minutes. One second, the scene outside the window was shrouded with the gloomy pre-rain greyness, and in the next, it was suddenly bathed in brilliant sunlight, which at first nce was almost blinding.


    But what good was the bright sunshine if dusk was fast approaching? Eventually, the sun would set and darkness would descend once again.


    The ward was very quiet, but for Ji Liangchuan it was an awkward kind of silence. He hade to see Fu Han, not just to see her, but he didn’t know what to say.


    In fact, ever since Ji Liangchuan first saw Fu Han, he had been paying close attention to her. If he remembered correctly, their first encounter was when He Xing got drunk. At that time, Ji Liangchuan knew about Fu Han, just not what she looked like.


    He Xing was drunk, and though Ji Liangchuan could have taken He Xing home himself, he knew He Xing’s drunkenness was because of Fu Han. Thinking it an opportunity to reconcile He Xing and Fu Han, Ji Liangchuan took the cellphone from He Xing and called her.


    Now recalling that day, Ji Liangchuan still clearly remembered a girl walking in through the door with a casual attire and an indifferent face.


    That day, the bar was bustling, lights flickering—an all toomon and ordinary day for Ji Liangchuan. He sat next to He Xing, a cigarette hanging from his hand, his eyes casually wandering.


    Then he saw Fu Han. His first nce fell upon her exquisitely delicate face, so pale against her ck hair, like an angel fallen to earth.


    For a moment, Ji Liangchuan felt as if Taozi hade back. He stared at Fu Han in a daze, watching as she walked straight towards him, watching as she bent her head and frowned as she looked at He Xing.


    When he learned that Fu Han was the fiancée He Xing had been unable to forget for three years, Ji Liangchuan’s feelings were extremelyplicated. So much so that for a while, he found himself intensely jealous of He Xing. No, not just for a while, he still was, even now.


    That night, several girls invited him to spend the night, but Ji Liangchuan refused them all. His entire night was consumed by thoughts of Taozi, of Fu Han.


    God knows how much self-control he had to muster that first day he saw Fu Han, just to stop himself from rushing up and pulling her tightly into his arms.


    At this thought, Ji Liangchuan felt his eyes growing sore once again. He blinked hard several times, pretending to be calm as he looked at Fu Han, "Fu Han, I’ve known He Xing for many years, and I know he only has you in his heart. You... can’t you forgive him just this once?"


    Fu Han pulled her gaze from the window, turned her head, and looked at Ji Liangchuan with a coldugh, "Just once? Ji Liangchuan, I admit that an outsider sees more clearly, but you’ve never been through what I’ve endured. You’re asking me to forgive He Xing, saying it’s only once. Are you protecting him too much?"


    As she spoke, Fu Hanughed coldly again, "That’s right, he’s your friend, and it’s natural for you to stand by him. But your help has nothing to do with me. Please, don’t interfere with my life."


    Ji Liangchuan’s head dropped, but then he lifted it again, looking at Fu Han with sincerity, "I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said that. I won’t mention it again. Please don’t be angry."


    In truth, Fu Han was still quite angry, but after all, she and Ji Liangchuan were not even regr friends. She really had no reason to be angry with him.


    She waved her hand, "It’s okay, it has nothing to do with you."


    Just as Ji Liangchuan opened his mouth to say something more, Fu Han had already turned her head away with a cold tone, issuing a dismissal, "Thank you foring to see me. If there’s nothing else, please leave."


    Ji Liangchuan’s expression grew gloomy in an instant. He was about to stand up when something urred to him and he turned back, cautiously looking at Fu Han, "Fu Han, what time is your flight the day after tomorrow? Let me see you off."


    "Why?" Fu Han turned back, puzzled as she looked at Ji Liangchuan, "We are not close enough to warrant you seeing me off, are we?"


    This time, Ji Liangchuan was prepared. With a warm smile, he replied, "Even though we’re not close friends, we’ve known each other for so long. I don’t know how long it will be before you return, so there’s nothing wrong with me seeing you off."


    "There’s no need." Fu Han’s refusal was as crisp and clear as ever. Since the moment Ji Liangchuan arrived, it was the first time Fu Han really looked at him intensely, but no matter how she looked, Ji Liangchuan had a smile on his face, without a single w revealing itself.


    On the other side, Ji Liangchuan didn’t insist further. He slowly stood up, appearing ready to leave. But after a few steps, he suddenly turned around, his eyes overflowing with a teasing smile, "Fu Han, I might go to M Country in a while. If I wanted to see you, you wouldn’t mind, right?"


    Fu Han was ready to refuse; she instinctively resisted anything or anyone rted to He Xing.


    However, before she could speak, Ji Liangchuan cut in, "Fu Han, did I ever tell you? You resemble a friend of mine... a friend who has passed away. She... she was very important to me, and seeing you is like seeing her again..."


    Fu Han kept her eyes locked on Ji Liangchuan, not missing even the slightest expression on his face. She saw the depth of his pain and intuitively knew he wasn’t lying.


    Most women are soft-hearted, and besides, Ji Liangchuan hade with flowers and a fruit basket, with good intentions, so it was impossible for her to say no.


    Fu Han nodded, then after a moment’s thought, she added, "Since we’ve met, if the timing works out, of course, we can meet. I’m sorry to hear about your misfortune."


    "Thank you forforting me," Ji Liangchuan’s eyes reddened. At that moment, even he was unsure if his words stemmed from genuine feelings or if they were part of a premeditated n. He sniffed, "Although she left me several years ago, there hasn’t been a moment when I have forgotten her."


    His words struck a hidden wound in Fu Han’s heart. Four years ago, she left He Xing in a state of heartbreak. During the three years abroad, she kept hypnotizing herself to move on from He Xing, but not for a moment could she manage to do it.


    Returning to the countryst year, she repeatedly told herself to leave He Xing, even if she couldn’t forget him, still, she had to leave. Three years of self-hypnosis had some effect, yet self-hypnosis couldn’t stop her from loving He Xing.