Hey... you seem weak.
Young men often think a girl's hands should be white and tender, clean and smooth, but in reality, sometimes they're cold and sweaty.
Wet.
Ideals are nice, but reality is quite genuine.
"Do you want it or not!" Li Changyi.
"I do." Yuchi smiled.
Then.
A pause of ten breaths, during which Li Changyi pondered a question: "Perhaps I should consult a physician later to understand how to avoid sweating palms? This sweaty hands issue is quite unbecoming."
In a state of amused disbelief, with a cry of joy, he had already arrived at the Ascension Gate.
...
It was already night at the Ascension Gate, with scattered stars illuminating the land, and a mountain gate lit with fires, incredibly intricate, overlooking all other mountains, witnessing the sunrise over rivers.
