"Just lightly holding, not so tight," Aurora Blaine replied.
They came in quickly, without turning on the lights, only some light came through two windows.
At this moment, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, everything was blurry and dim.
Aurora moved slightly, trying to find the switch, but Maverick Knight didn't give her the chance and still held her hand.
In this rather dim environment, Aurora felt the pressure from him, "What's wrong?"
"Do you hate this?" His voice was low and deep.
"It's not that I hate it, it's just..."
Maverick interrupted her, "Then let me hold it for a while, to erase the feeling he left."
"There's no feeling left, really."
"What about now?"
Their hands were clasped together, his warmth gradually spreading over, his big hand gave a strong sense of security, inexplicably reassuring.
Maverick's tone was light, "Remember the feeling I give you."
