Gu Xijiu was stunned for a moment. Her eyes were blinking under her eyelids as she suddenly stopped singing. She slowly raised her hands and seemed to want to grasp something but resisted.
Di Fuyi raised his hand and held her hand. She was stiff and habitually inspected his ten fingers. This gesture was the most familiar gesture for them. It was almost a natural response. At the moment of grabbing her hand, his heartbeat stopped. He lost consciousness for a moment.
Gu Xijiu used to claim that Di Fuyi's thoughts were too complicated. Hence, only by grasping his hands this way could she understand his mind and his attachment to her, which made her feel secure. Thus, both of them had been habitually held their hands this way for eight years.
Both of them had gone through countless hardships and dangers. They were connected. There were many times when there was no need for words or gestures. It was as if they could read each others' thoughts.
