If it were any other day, Jiang Ruan would certainly not join in on this excitement and would wait in the auditorium until the crowd dispersed before leaving. Today, she was out looking for Yan Chi.
"Stay close." Yan Chi lowered his eyes to look at her, advising.
"There are too many people." Jiang Ruan was helpless. If she had wings, she would have flown out.
As she continued to follow Yan Chi, she was almost pushed aside again. This time, however, they weren't separated.
Because, in the next second—
Her wrist and forearm were grasped by someone, causing her heart to skip a beat, her heart suddenly tightened.
Following the hand, she saw it was Yan Chi.
Her breath halted for a moment.
He exerted a slight force with his wrist, pulling her out of the crowd to his side.
Probably because he was tall, with long hands and legs, even his knuckles seemed longer than others', easily encircling her forearm.
