Shen Lu broke into a genuinely sincere smile. "Fu Cheng, you're amazing."
'She had thrown a little tantrum at him, but Fu Cheng treated her the same as always. He really was a very, very good friend.'
When the young woman acted cute, her voice became impossibly soft, as if she were holding a piece of candy in her mouth, sweet enough to leave him dazed.
Fu Cheng froze for a moment before his heart began to pound wildly in his chest. A little flustered, he maneuvered his wheelchair back, trying to put some distance between them so she wouldn't notice anything was off.
But Shen Lu had already sensed it. She stood up and leaned in.
"Fu Cheng, are you feeling unwell?"
"It's a little stuffy." Fu Cheng's words came out in a rush. "I'm going to head to the backyard for a bit."
"Okay. If you start feeling really bad, be sure to let me know."
Fu Cheng fled to the backyard. As the cool breeze washed over him, the heat in his flushed cheeks finally began to subside.
