Junior Minister Zong's hands were slender and long.
Although he was a martial artist, his fingers were not rough and calloused like those of ordinary men, nor were they meticulously cared for and flawless like Xie Yu's.
His hands were of a moderate hardness, warm and strong. Yue Jinghua unexpectedly struggled to break free when gripped by them.
He took out a pair of boots that Yue Jinghua had hurriedly left by the Ancient Hero Statue's spring earlier.
He had delayed earlier, probably to fetch these shoes.
As he bent down to gently pat the grass and dust from her feet, the warmth from his fingertips caused a stir of confusion in Yue Jinghua's heart, but fortunately, Junior Minister Zong swiftly put the boots on for her.
He then released her hand, the entire gesture lacking any awkwardness, natural to the point of second nature.
This gave Yue Jinghua the illusion that the Divine Son was like this with everyone.
