Compared to Ran Qingmo, Tianyan's hand was a bit smaller, lacking the cool firmness of bones but adding a touch of soft warmth instead.
Toasty and warm.
A gust of wind came forcefully, causing the white fog beneath the abyss to surge and boil.
Xu Yuan glanced at the girl beside him, deftly using his fingertips to pry open her palm, wanting to change their clasped hands to an interlocked fingers embrace.
Tianyan glanced at her sleeve, slightly frowning, but in the end, still let him make his small move.
With their fingers interlocked, feeling the warmth coming from her hand, a hint of tenderness appeared in the depths of Xu Yuan's eyes.
There were some things that Tianyan probably wouldn't say in a lifetime, but her actions were always honest.
Feeling the cool breeze coming in the aftermath of the rain, Xu Yuan suddenly chuckled and said,
"This spot is really nice, you know. Jumping down from here, always feels like we're about to go on a lovers' suicide?"
"Lovers' suicide?"
