Tianxin gently lifted her gaze to the young man before her. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the leaves of the Wisteria Corridor and fell upon his white shirt, casting mottled shadows.
His handsome face bore a hint of shy expression, yet his peach blossom-like eyes held a firm gaze.
Suddenly, Tianxin found herself at a loss for words.
"Um... you don't need to answer me right now..." Seeing the dazed look on Tianxin's face, Su Yue hastily explained, "I only wanted to express my feelings, but I don't want my affections to become your burden."
"I…" Tianxin opened her mouth, struggling to reply.
"It's time for our rehearsal." Su Yue glanced at the time on his mobile, hastily grabbed Tianxin's wrist, and rushed towards the auditorium.
Tianxin looked down at his hand holding her wrist tightly. The palm of his hand was slightly moist and warm, probably due to the sweat from nervousness, completely different from the gentleness when Chen Yiran held her wrist.
