"Oh?" Yi Yun was curious about the thing Lin Xintong wanted to verify. But since she did not explain herself, he knew he would not receive an answer. He could feel that Lin Xintong was a pure and noble girl. One could feel the innocence in the middle of Lin Xintong's clear eyes.
Yi Yun obediently stretched out his hand.
Seeing Yi Yun's hand, Lin Xintong hesitantly took a step forward, closing the gap. She said, "Raise up your palm."
Yi Yun followed and upon seeing Yi Yun's palm, Lin Xintong's cheeks blushed slightly red as she hesitated for a moment before stretching her hand to meet Yi Yun's palm.
Under the pine tree, they stood three feet apart from each other with their palms locked. Under the bright moon, the two figure's shadows were merging together. Such a picturesque scene seemed to have frozen for eternity.
