"That's right." He slowly curled his lips, a shallow glimmer in his brown eyes, "So, do you want to be friends with me?"
He Ziyi thought for a moment, "Sure. I don't have many friends."
"My name is Jin Baiyan." The man's voice was very gentle, "Can you remember it?"
He Ziyi bit her lip and uttered a word, "Jin..."
"Jin Baiyan." He smiled, appearing particularly young, "Should I write it down for you?"
"Okay, I can recognize the words." Ziyi agreed readily.
The smile in the man's eyes deepened, with a hint of indulgence.
"I don't have paper, give me your hand, I'll write it on your hand, okay?" His speech was slow, as if afraid of scaring her.
He Ziyi thought for a moment, handed her hand to him, eyes curved, "Mm, go ahead and write."
Jin Baiyan held her wrist.
The cool touch of her skin made his heart race uncontrollably, his brown eyes deepened.
However, his face remained expressionless.
