Nan Qing was very satisfied with this. After all, who wouldn't want their romance to have more sweetness and fewer messy and unpleasant incidents?
With this thought, Nan Qing looked up slightly at Wang Yixuan, who was ahead of her by half a step. Under the streetlight's glow, Wang Yixuan's silhouette seemed so tall, providing Nan Qing with a sense of security.
Suddenly, her heart swelled with confidence. She began to feel that Wang Yixuan was trustworthy. She thought if Wang Yixuan hadn't left by now, he surely wouldn't leave; she thought perhaps some things her parents had said hurt Wang Yixuan, but what did it matter? The future was about the two of them together, and she could compensate him doubly.
Nan Qing's wrist broke free from Wang Yixuan's grasp, and she took the initiative to clasp his palm instead. When their fingers intertwined, Nan Qing distinctly felt a momentary stiffness in Wang Yixuan's body.
