Cold and noble, simple yet elegant.
"Perfect!" Lingling clapped her hands, smiling with her eyes curving into crescents.
8:30 in the morning.
The two got ready and walked out the door.
In the quiet elevator, Lingling's gaze couldn't help but drift to Tang Song's long fingers.
Those hands, with distinct joints, were like a meticulously sculpted piece of art.
[According to reason...shouldn't I be able to hold his hand anytime now? After all, it's a 'special relationship' period!]
[Yes! Why not! It's just holding hands, after all! This morning, I even dared to kiss him!]
[But...wouldn't this make me seem too forward and not demure?]
Torn, expectant, hesitant...
All kinds of little emotions spun wildly in her heart.
Just as her mind was in turmoil, the elevator doors slowly opened.
Tang Song turned slightly, naturally extending his hand to interlace their fingers, aligning their palms together.
Lingling's body shuddered sharply as he pulled her dazedly into the elevator.
