Nan Fei cast her eyes down, no longer watching Huo Beijiang, and took a step towards the outside. Hearing footstep behind her, she said coldly, "Huo Beijiang, don't follow me, and don't push me."
Huo Beijiang grabbed her wrist, "The idea of not following you, is not possible."
His grip was too strong, causing Nan Fei's wrist to ache unbearably, as if the bones might break at any moment.
"It hurts! Let go."
Huo Beijiang was startled, the man who just now had shown an overwhelming presence, quickly released her hand as if shocked. Carefully, he held her fine, white wrist in the palm of his hand, an obvious red mark left behind.
A sight that made his heart ache.
He flinched, his gaze growing deeper, becoming filled with an indistinct mistiness.
Nan Fei pulled her wrist out of his grasp, and with a clenched fist she raised her arm up between them. "Look!" She smiled softly, "Do you see it?"
