She lowered her head to look at his hand.
It was so familiar — she knew every joint and wrinkle on it. Ten years ago, she would never have thought that there would come a day that they would be like strangers to each other.
"Pei Ziheng," Her voice was soft and seemed to dissipate in the wind. "don't be like this."
"Be like what?" He was exceedingly patient in front of her, and now all he wanted to do was to drag the time out and speak to her for a longer period of time. Just to be standing so close in front of her, being able to touch her, was looking to be a scarce scenario for the rest of his life.
Xia Ling slowly but surely extracted her hand from his grip. "I've said that he won't be happy." She did not say exactly who "he" was, but both of them knew who she was talking about.
