Jiang Zhihan was still his usual self. He looked calm and serious.
However, under the colorful fireworks, his face was not as sharp and appeared much gentler.
Song Qingyou's eyes were like honey in his eyes.
The moment they looked at each other, Jiang Zhihan suddenly understood that love couldn't be hidden. Even if he covered his mouth, it would still show in his eyes.
He didn't intend to poke a hole in the thin layer of paper[1] between them.
- Because he put a layer of shackles on himself.
He would transform into a cat from time to time, so he couldn't make any promises.
But now, Jiang Zhihan didn't want to care about the shackles anymore.
His body tensed up, and his right thumb rubbed his index finger uneasily.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhihan decided to take a step forward.
"Do you want to hold hands?" he asked Song Qingyou.
