After finishing her words, Jing Haohao subtly changed her course, circling around Liang Chen, then continuing to walk forward.
Liang Chen remained motionless, just as he was before, his gaze fixed quietly on the empty space where Jing Haohao had stood moments ago.
He felt Jing Haohao's approach through the snowy wind; despite the harsh weather, he could clearly detect the soft scent of her perfume.
Subconsciously, Liang Chen turned his head, catching sight of the sorrowful look draped across Jing Haohao's downcast face.
A cruel pang of realization hit him: Was he truly about to lose her?
As Jing Haohao brushed past him, he suddenly reached out, violently seizing her wrist.
Though it was only a short half month since their last meeting, he distinctly realized that her wrist was thinner than before.
He tightened his grip, twisting his body slightly, then forcibly pulled her directly into his arms, his other hand pressing against her waist, holding her tightly against him.
