"Because it's my hand." Mu Lin said exasperated; he seemed more and more childish in her eyes.
However, upon hearing her words, Jing Chen gripped onto her hand tighter, clasping their ten fingers together, pulling Mu Lin's hand to rest against his heart. His eyes softened, "From now on, I won't ever let you go." This was Jing Chen's proclamation to Mu Lin.
The woman in front of him, should bear his last name – Jing, before her own.
And from henceforth, the only woman he'd allow into his eyes and heart, the only woman worthy of being there was her - Mu Lin.
As she gazed at Jing Chen, Mu Lin was slightly dazed, she couldn't comprehend his feelings but she felt her heart pounding against her chest out of its own accord. Covering up her heart unconsciously, her eyes were slightly confused.
Seeing her like this, Jing Chen smiled, a deeply content smile.
