Shu Wan shook her head, avoiding Fu Siyu's gaze, "It's nothing."
"Oh," Fu Siyu straightened up, as if nothing had happened, "They've left, should I take you back?"
"Mhm."
Realizing the faint scent of sandalwood that always lingered around her nose had finally dissipated, Shu Wan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief as she gently inhaled a breath of fresh air.
In the night, Fu Siyu turned his head to glance at her, the corners of his lips rising slightly in a small curve.
"There are no streetlights here, I'll hold your arm to walk, you wouldn't mind, right?"
If Fu Siyu hadn't asked that, Shu Wan would have been able to calmly refuse him.
But after what had just happened, Shu Wan already felt a bit weird inside, and now that Fu Siyu had only mentioned holding her arm, if she refused, it would seem like she was the one with something to hide.
Shu Wan shook her head, "I don't mind."
"Mhm."
As he spoke, Fu Siyu reached out and took hold of Shu Wan's wrist.
