Wei Anning stared at his hand, and Leng Youchen, seeing her hesitating to extend her hand, said indifferently, "It's messy here, let me help you down."
Only then did Wei Anning place her hand into his palm, immediately enveloped by his warm and dry hand, a strange thrill swept through her heart as he carefully led her down the slope.
Seeing this, Lu Feng quickly vanished, not wanting to be a third wheel here.
The two walked in silence until they reached flat ground, where Leng Youchen didn't let go of her hand but instead directly placed it into his coat pocket.
The distance between them suddenly closed, Wei Anning turned her head to look at him, the man stared straight ahead, his profile rugged, still looking indifferent, yet his whole demeanor exuded a gentle aura.
This version of him seemed much more approachable than before.
