Han Jiaojiao walked ahead alone, and before long, she felt Han Yi grabbing her hand from behind.
She tried to pull her hand away.
But his grip only tightened more forcefully.
Han Jiaojiao felt her hand being squeezed so tightly it hurt, she bit her lip and did not make a sound.
Han Yi, with a somber look on his face, didn't speak either; he forcefully led her on for a while before gradually loosening his grip.
The two walked back home in silence.
In the peaceful and serene farmhouse villa, the kitchen was alive with the sizzling sound of cooking. Yan Xiao, Xiao Jian, and Bai Kairui were gathered together playing poker. Zhou Yan was inside the house reading medical cases, and Lu Changyuan was alone in a corner, smoking...
Yan Xiao looked up and saw Han Yi and Han Jiaojiao returning, he was about to greet them but, seeing their faces, the greeting got stuck in his throat.
Han Yi didn't look at anyone; he pulled Han Jiaojiao directly upstairs.
