Han Fuji did not answer immediately.as the fire crackled softly between them.
For a moment, he simply looked at her, then he let out a quiet breath.
"Because I owe you," he said.
Bai Ming frowned slightly. "Owe me?"
Han Fuji nodded.
"A few months ago," he said slowly, "when I was injured outside the city gate… everyone walked past me."
His eyes lowered slightly as he spoke.
"No one wanted to get involved."
Then he looked at her again.
"But you stopped."
Bai Ming's eyes widened a little.
"You gave me water," he continued. "You even tore your sleeve to bandage my arm."
"You probably don't remember."
Bai Ming went silent.
She remembered that day.
There had been a wounded stranger by the road. Many people avoided him because they thought he might bring trouble.
She only helped because she couldn't ignore someone who was bleeding.
Han Fuji gave a small smile.
"But I remember."
Fu Qin tugged lightly on Bai Ming's sleeve.
