"How are you?" Long Jie asked her back.
Song Luli thought for a moment. She was so terrified earlier that day that she nearly soiled herself, but watching Long Jie head into the warehouse, alone, caused her to numb that fear. Nothing meant more to her than seeing him safe. But if he were ever to go down, she was willing to go down with him.
"I'm better, now that we're all safe," she said to him, entwining his fingers with hers, feeling his warm skin on hers, feeling his presence. She watched as her hand danced with his, and she noticed his eyes locked on their fingers. There was something intimate about holding hands, even if it sounded simple, it was more than that.
