Shen Qi felt that this must have been the most comfortable and delightful flight of his life.
When holding her hand in his palm, he felt his whole world was complete, and nothing could be more satisfying than this.
Ye Zixu wasn't as composed as she seemed; though not as overly excited as Shen Qi, her heart was actually turbulent.
She felt this taste of love for the first time, finding everything so unfamiliar and special.
His hand was different from Lu Changyuan's delicate softness; it was distinct in its knuckles, a bit rough at the fingertips, dry yet warm, enveloping her entire hand within his palm.
Tightly, not letting go for a long time.
He didn't release, and she said nothing.
Both sat quietly.
Ye Zixu instinctively took out the script to read, but after a while, she found herself unable to calm down, her heart throbbing bit by bit, disrupting her peace of mind.
Her heart felt sweet and sour, as if she had eaten a fruit candy, bursting with colors.
