Mo Beiyan tightened his grip on her hand and squinted his eyes, "Don't argue, you'll get lost. I don't want to go looking everywhere for someone as ugly as you later."
"..."
Moo Huantong listened to his words and inexplicably felt reassured. She relaxed her grip, letting him hold her hand without struggling anymore.
Mo Beiyan pulled her along, leading the way through the crowd. Moo Huantong looked up, seeing his straight back, and they appeared like the most ordinary couple, with Huantong walking behind him, unable to see his searching gaze.
To him, holding hands had no other significance; it was just for convenience.
But Moo Huantong thought differently. She was thinking at the time that following behind a man like him, she truly didn't fear the crowded throngs.
Her heart softened, and her pulse inexplicably quickened.
Mo Beiyan quickly spotted Tong Ran beside the hot dog stand.
