Mu Jin Huan focused on the woman's brilliant smile, his well-defined fingers caressing her palm with a gentle force, his voice warm, "Not afraid of the dark?"
She had run down the stairs with urgency, her footsteps thundering without pause, which allowed her to catch up before he got into the car.
The topic changed too quickly, and Nan Wan, a bit caught off guard, instinctively murmured, "I'm used to it."
The lights in the corridor were unreliable, mostly broken. The location was quite isolated, and it used to give her the creeps, but after spending a lot of time alone, she got used to it.
"Go up," Mu Jin Huan's deep eyes carried emotions unreadable to others. He withdrew his force and stepped back, "Walk slowly."
Upon hearing his words, an unusual feeling quietly arose in Nan Wan's heart.
It was as if a flower bloomed in a barren desert.
