154 Fearless We broke up_3

The youth's lips twitched into a slight smirk as he suddenly took her hand and walked off, tugging the very arm that was injured. Her face turned pale with pain in an instant. Sensing that something was off, the youth released her hand and circled around to hold her other one.

His palms were broad and warm, perhaps from playing basketball all year round. They had developed rough calluses that chafed against her delicate skin, producing a tingling and mildly painful sensation.

At that moment, she did not realize that for someone with a severe case of germophobia to hold hands with a stranger they had just met meant something significantly different.

Perhaps destiny had already planted its seeds with this very encounter.