Zhan Mingyan's heartbeat missed half a beat, forcibly shifting her gaze away, "I don't want to."
He can chase whoever he wants, she cannot control it nor does she want to.
"Please let go of my hand."
Bai Jue's eyes darkened as he got straight to the point, "I am here for you."
Zhan Mingyan was stunned for a moment, her struggling hand pausing as she looked at him with a wooden expression, unable to speak for a long time.
He was here for her?
Did she hear wrong, or did he misspeak?
He Min saw the surprise in Zhan Mingyan's eyes, then turned to look at Bai Jue, feeling a bit melancholic.
"What, what did you say?" Zhan Mingyan collected herself, nearly biting her own tongue.
"The person I am looking for is you, so asking me to let go is impossible." While speaking, Bai Jue's large hand slid downwards, the warm palm enveloping her soft, boneless little hand, gripping it tightly.
