"No," Tang Huai shook her head, "it's all dirt down there, falling won't cause any injuries."
Implicit in her words was that he didn't need to save her.
Jing Xuan stood up, adjusted his hair, and removed the dry grass from his head.
He pulled Tang Huai to her feet, "Let's go up."
"Wait a moment, I want to pick some taro leaves."
"Stand here and wait for me." Having said that, Jing Xuan strode into the taro field, picked a few taro leaves, and came back.
As they climbed up, Jing Xuan, fearing Tang Huai might fall, held her small hand and helped her up.
His large palm, callused and firm, clasped her delicate and seemingly boneless hand, causing Jing Xuan's heart to skip a beat.
Tang Huai: "..."
When he held her hand, she suddenly felt the warmth from his palm. Startled, she raised her head abruptly and looked at Jing Xuan.
His profile was stunningly handsome, his deep-set eyes like the night sky, swirling with a magnetic pull.
