Their fingers were entwined.
Sheng Qianxia held a thermos in one hand and her other hand was clasped in his.
It was as though all the warmth of the world was held in her very being.
She was momentarily stunned but did not resist, allowing him to hold her hand.
Gong Beiyao, seeing her lack of resistance, relaxed his brow almost imperceptibly.
His mood considerably lightened, he strode forward, turning to leave with her.
However, Ling Muye, witnessing this scene, felt an uncontainable pain!
Must she act like this?
Must she display her affection in front of him?
This must be just an act, just acting! It's not real! He wouldn't accept it, he wouldn't believe it!!
Watching the intertwined figures of Sheng Qianxia and Gong Beiyao, Ling Muye felt as though his most beloved toy had been snatched away, and he was overwhelmed by intense agony.
He suddenly recalled that two months ago, she had agreed to date him with marriage in mind and had told him,
