If it were any other day, Shi Che would have followed Ling Chuxia, but with the rain being so heavy today, he could not bear to watch her go home in the rain.
As Ling Chuxia passed by him, his hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Ling Chuxia stared in astonishment and looked at him, her expression immediately darkening, "Let go of me!" she said, struggling to shake off Shi Che's hand as if his touch was unbearable to her.
A trace of dimness flashed through Shi Che's somber eyes, but it quickly returned to normal. The strength with which he held Ling Chuxia's wrist wasn't strong, yet it was enough to prevent her from breaking free.
His voice was calm, word by word, "I will take you home." His sentence was brief but resolute, carrying a tone that brooked no resistance, just as he had always done.
Listening to him, Ling Chuxia suddenly laughed. His behavior over the past week had led her to believe he might have really changed, but apparently, she was thinking too much.
