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The words were straightforward enough.
At least, they were clear enough for Wen Yi to understand.
Her fingers tightened around his arm, her knuckles stiff.
Mo Shichen saw consideration and hesitation in her eyes. For a few seconds, her eyelids drooped as if she wanted to give up, but the next second her jaw moved slightly, she let out a gentle sigh, and then, as if she had made a decision, she looked up at him with a smile.
Her hand slid from the man's arm to just below his wrist, taking hold of his hand.
Her fingers were slightly cold, while his palm was warm, and this contrast in temperature made him pause before he looked down reflexively.
Wen Yi led him back the way they had come.
When she had walked a distance equal to the length of two arms, the man she was leading finally lifted his foot to follow her.
Wen Yi had never held Mo Shichen's hand before.