He avoided her injured hand.
The breath on her ear was a bit urgent, and Wen Zhi could also hear his heartbeat, faster than usual.
He was nervous.
It was because he was worried about her.
"Shang Hexing," Wen Zhi called his name softly.
Shang Hexing hummed in response. His emotions had calmed down, and the strength in his arms had eased a bit, but he still maintained the posture of holding her in his embrace.
Just now Wen Zhi's face was almost buried in his chest and she couldn't move.
Now she could move, she raised her face to look at him, but saw his brows still furrowed—it would probably take quite a while for them to smooth out.
Gu Rang watched the two of them embracing, not making a sound or disturbing them, simply watching quietly for a moment before standing up: "Wen Zhi, I'm going to leave first."
Wen Zhi was held by Shang Hexing, and from this angle, she couldn't see Gu Rang, but still raised her voice to reply, "Okay."
