"It's written."
Lu Qiaoqiao carefully wrote her name and then turned to smile at Li Hengsheng, asking, "Did I write it correctly?"
"Yes, it's correct."
Looking at the names above, Li Hengsheng's gaze softened.
Li Hengsheng.
Lu Qiaoqiao.
"Let's go back," Li Hengsheng stepped forward and took Lu Qiaoqiao's hand.
Lu Qiaoqiao's hand was soft and boneless, her skin smooth, and holding it felt comfortable, giving Li Hengsheng an inexplicable peace of mind.
He wished he could freeze this moment in time.
This feeling made Li Hengsheng feel as if he owned the whole world.
The scenes that had appeared countless times in dreams had finally come true before his eyes.
Lu Qiaoqiao also moved her fingers, interlocking them with Li Hengsheng's.
Her eyes, when looking at Li Hengsheng, were filled with joy and a hint of nervousness.
Hand in hand, they walked down the path.
Li Hengsheng seemed to feel Lu Qiaoqiao's unease, gently squeezing her hand, then asking, "What's wrong?"
