Ethan Hayes, who had been standing silently beside them, suddenly spoke in a relaxed tone, "It means there's still a long way to go ahead, don't rush, we'll go at our own pace, and we'll surely reach before dark."
"Ha... Haha, it won't take that long..." Mr. York laughed awkwardly.
"Let's go." Ethan Hayes looked at Vivian York with a grim expression, stretched out a hand, held her hand, and pulled her forward, "If you're tired, we can take a break."
Huh??
Vivian York was slightly stunned, her gaze instinctively fell on the hand that was holding hers.
His hand was fair and slender, with distinct joints, his palm was warm, and his fingers gently curled, tightly clasping her palm, as if afraid she might shake him off.
Vivian York felt her heart start to uncontrollably race in her chest again.
Oh no, oh no, I can't get lost in this, I need to remember the disdainful and arrogant look he had when I first met him.
