Han Qing looked at her for a long while before suddenly saying, "I don't think I've done anything to hurt you."
"You did! Your words just now have hurt my weak soul—the soul of a young, innocent woman."
Han Qing was speechless when he heard that.
"Give it to me!" Yan stretched out her hand and confidently asked for the coat from Han Qing. He was stumped by her stubbornness, but after seeing her firm expression, he finally relented and unbuttoned his coat to take it off.
Yan took the coat and put it on. After rubbing her eyes, she turned around and walked out the door.