Yu Zhi's eyes flickered with a trace of subtle astonishment.
Her gaze fell once again on the large hand holding hers, the fingers slightly curled.
Wen Renche felt the soft, boneless hand slowly slipping from his palm, and he instinctively gripped it tighter.
It was as if, by letting go—
He would lose her forever.
"Ah-Shi, don't stand in front of me again in the future." His voice, rich and intoxicating as fine wine, drifted to her ears.
Yu Zhi looked up, catching the surging emotions in his eyes under the pale moonlight.
She pressed her lips together but did not respond.
"Promise me, okay?" Wen Renche's voice softened, almost pleading.
That moment just now had moved him deeply.
But equally, it had terrified him.
"Okay." Yu Zhi lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes veiling the fleeting sadness in her eyes.
If she could go back, her choice would remain unchanged.
She owed Ah-Che far too much.
