Ji Weitian only uttered one sentence and then fell silent, which, in Qin Nanyu's eyes, seemed as if she couldn't find an excuse to explain herself, and for a moment, his anger grew.
Frustration mixed with a hint of grievance flared up in him.
He turned away and, without saying a word, walked ahead, entering Jiangcheng University through the side gate, not waiting for Ji Weitian and treading on the undulating moonlight, marching forward.
It was only when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him and gently hooked his little finger.
A very slight touch, soft fingertips, hooked him once, then let go, so quick it was almost like his own illusion.
Qin Nanyu felt a tickle in his heart as if brushed by a feather.
Suppressing the stir of his heart, he didn't turn around, instead, continued walking with resentment.
He had barely walked a few steps when the hand behind him hooked his little finger again.
