Pei Yansi snorted coldly but said nothing.
Yet the grip on her hand tightened inadvertently, as if declaring something.
Shen Heyu couldn't be bothered to engage with him and silently followed him. After all this time, she had learned how to interact with this man, though most of the time, she still couldn't help but get so irritated that she wanted to argue nonstop.
She followed him to a large park near the hotel.
At this time, right after dinner, the sky had turned dark, spilled like ink, and the city's nightscape was famous—with towering skyscrapers and a milieu of red and green lights.
There were many people in the park, constantly rubbing shoulders as they came and went.
Pei Yansi kept hold of her hand, gripping it tightly as if he feared that as soon as he let go, she would be lost.
Shen Heyu's fingers began to ache from his squeezing.