Tong Keke lowered her head, her clear, sparkling eyes looking at the man who subconsciously tightened his large hand around her. Though he didn't grab her fingers but only held onto her clothes, her heart inexplicably felt sweet and warm.
Banxia was also holding tightly onto Wei Chen's large hand as they hurriedly made their way out of the hall. When she let go of his hand in a quieter area, the man who had followed her out stood behind her, somewhat dazed, staring at his wrist where she had grabbed him.
The cuff of his dress shirt had gotten slightly wrinkled there. For someone like Wei Chen, who was known for his cleanliness and obsessive perfectionism, this sort of imperfection would usually be utterly unacceptable. Yet at this moment, he ignored it.
He only felt that the arm she had held earlier now carried a faint warmth.
