His expression was serious, his narrow and deep ink-black eyes gazing at her with intense focus, a torrent of fervent emotion swirling within them.
At this moment, in Lu Fengxuan's heart, a strong notion began to stir—
The man before her, the one holding her hand unwilling to let go, perhaps, loved her even more than she had imagined.
Realizing this, Lu Fengxuan's chest felt as if a small deer was trapped inside, forcefully pounding against her ribcage, her heartbeat thunderous.
Yu Chiyin had waited for her response for a long time, and suddenly tightened his long fingers around her wrist.
Caught off guard, she was pulled by the strength of his hand, her soft body crashing straight into his embrace.
Remembering the pain she had suffered from a bump a few days ago, a flicker of anxiety crossed the man's eyes, "Axuan, did you hurt yourself again?"
"No." Lu Fengxuan mumbled from within his chest, her voice a dull hum.
