Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Qi Yan seemed to really feel the strong heartbeat under her palm through the cold wind.
The vibration of their hearts resonated for a moment.
As if she had been burned by his body temperature, Qi Yan suddenly retracted her hand and looked up at the man in front of her in horror.
Her hand, which was hidden in her pocket, was still trembling. She had yet to recover from the shock.
Nan Zhe took in all her reactions and understood.
Normally, he would not push his luck. Even if he wanted to corner her, he would pity her and give her a chance to breathe. But now, he refused.
As if on purpose, he gave the other party another strong dose.
"Although I don't like what you said, I understand."
Qi Yan was stunned. "That means we…"
"I'm not done yet." She was happy too soon and Nan Zhe wanted to make it clear. "I understand, but it's not enough for me to let go."
