Lu Yanhe walked a few steps and suddenly felt as though something was missing behind him.
He abruptly turned around, only to find that Su Jia's figure had long disappeared.
Panic spread through his heart as he looked back and scanned each corner carefully, only to find that she had been left behind.
They were separated by many people, and she couldn't squeeze through all at once.
He was used to her usual arrogant and domineering attitude; now, she appeared like a gentle lady, helpless and weak.
Lu Yanhe watched her impatient yet helpless expression, and with a smile, he turned back, took her hand firmly, and dared not relax his grip even a little.
Amidst the sea of people, they seemed somewhat detached from the world.
Su Jia thought she might never forget this feeling for the rest of her life.
Being carefully guarded behind her beloved, like a precious treasure.
