Mu Shaochen's footsteps halted for a moment.
His gaze fell on Qin Wan's retreating back, watching her walk step by step ahead.
Suddenly, he remembered.
In his youth, throughout countless winters, he had always walked behind her like this.
Watching her lead the way.
Her slender figure elongated by the streetlights.
During those years, he had always believed Su Qing was the daughter of his life-saving benefactor.
What an indelible hurt he had imparted on Wanwan.
With a slight purse of his lips, he quickly caught up with her at the turn, catching up to Qin Wan.
His dominant hand seized her small one, locking his deep gaze with hers, "Wanwan."
Qin Wan blinked in surprise.
Looking at him with puzzlement over the complex emotions in his eyes.
After a moment, in sudden realization.
She lowered her gaze, "Let go first."
In this neighborhood, they were not kids anymore, no need for such pulling and tugging, she didn't want to become a subject of gossip.
