"I know, you're not weak." Jiang Yanzhou explained, "but they will dirty your hands."
An unusual heartbeat emerged once again.
Like hurried and erratic drumbeats, without any rhythm.
Between the two of them, it was unclear whose it was.
Jiang Yanzhou distanced himself slightly, leaning down and his gaze, seemingly warm, brushed across her lips. When it was just a few centimeters away, it veered in a different direction. His breath unexpectedly landed on her earlobe.
"Is your heartbeat fast?" Jiang Yanzhou asked.
Lu Yang fell into silence, as if contemplating something. After a while, her restless mind responded with a soft "Hmm."
Jiang Yanzhou smiled and pursued, "Is it your heartbeat or mine?"
Lu Yang didn't answer.
He was sometimes like a seasoned hunter, sometimes like a fearless rookie, deep and unfathomable yet overflowing with expression.
Difficult to fathom completely.
