She's not being pursued by anyone, whereas someone else is being chased by a group, yet he still doesn't fancy them—it's the dry dying of drought while the others drown in floods.
Thinking this in her heart, combined with the unstable sandy beach, she twisted her foot and almost fell...
Yan Chi frowned, his eyes swift and hands faster, wanting to grab her small arm, to steady her. But Jiang Ruan's reaction was quick too; just as his hand reached out, she caught hold of it...
The result—
Before Yan Chi's fingers could grasp her, she had tightly grabbed his hand!
Clutching tight.
Unlike the handshake yesterday, today his hand was slightly cool, while hers was scorching hot...
Jiang Ruan instinctively wanted to hold onto something to steady herself, not intentionally to grab his hand; it just happened that his hand extended over, everything was just right.
Just as she was thinking whether she should let go, Yan Chi suddenly applied some strength.
Holding her back—
