Chi Zaozao did not expect Wanjun to be so straightforward and quickly reached for the wooden figurine in his hand.
But he raised his hand and refused to give it to her.
Chi Zaozao was puzzled.
He laughed, "I can give it to you, but you have to agree to one condition."
Chi Zaozao furrowed her beautiful brows, not understanding him at all.
Why did he always love to tease her?
"What condition?" she asked.
"Nothing much, just want to hold you."
Before she could react, he had already bent over and hugged her tightly to his chest.
He didn't want it to be this way; he wanted to keep his distance from her, but it seemed fate loved to play jokes on them, and with every turn, they met again.
In his lifetime, his last wish was just to hold her; holding her, he felt a sense of peace in his heart, a feeling of utter satisfaction.
That sense of fulfillment was too tempting for him to want to let go.
