The car slowly drove along the streets of Jin City, full of flying willow catkins.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" Song Zhizhi laughed with a grin.
Although she felt that Ji Baijian was too petty, she found it strangely sweet in that moment.
The more you like someone, the more you care about them!
Ji Baijian didn't respond.
So, he gave tacit approval.
Song Zhizhi felt her heart warm up, she took the initiative and reached out for Ji Baijian's hand.
Ji Baijian's fingers were long, the joints prominent, and nails trimmed neat and clean. His hand was slightly cool.
She gripped his hand tightly.
Their fingers intertwined.
And her heart fluttered once again.
"Ji Baijian." she called out his name, very formally.
Ji Baijian turned his gaze towards her.
