Her gaze first rested on the hand that clasped hers, then moved upwards to his face.
Under the dim yellow light, she couldn't clearly see his expression, only that his hand gripped hers very, very tightly. Vaguely, it was as if she had returned to that cold, snowy night years ago. She had been desperate to escape. He, breathless from the chase, had caught up and desperately grabbed her hand, whispering, "Xixi, I love you..."
No, he hadn't said that. In fact, he hadn't said a word.
He had just held her hand very, very tightly.
She felt a bit dazed but forcibly shook his grip off. As if waking from a dream, he called out, "Xixi."
She didn't answer, just kept walking forward.
But as soon as she turned, he grabbed her arm again.
Her expression was surprisingly cold. "Huang Xiaojue, is there something you need?"
