However, if they knew the reason, they wouldn't think so.
Hearing Lin Yifan's request, An Qi quickly released his withered hand, no longer touching it.
Lin Yifan was now skin and bones, his bones fragile to the point he might truly have been hurt by her grip.
After separating their hands, Lin Yifan let out a sigh of relief. At that moment, seeing the curious gazes of everyone, he asked in an aged voice, "Cough, cough, why are you looking at me like that? Though I am no longer handsome, I am still a normal person, aren't I?"
"Mr. Lin, why did you ask Miss An Qi to let go with such an impatient tone?" Master Fu couldn't help but inquire.
"Cough, cough! Because... because my hand really hurts!" Lin Yifan's voice was somewhat frail. People of his age were just not as enduring.
This explanation, combined with Lin Yifan's current condition, might indeed be true; thus, everyone no longer pursued the matter.
