But no matter how nervous he was, he still knew he couldn't back down at this moment.
Lu Yanhe tightened his hold on her small hand. "Let's go in."
His voice was husky and hoarse, overflowing with a heartache he couldn't hide.
"I…" Su Jia's tone drifted, tinged with hesitation, as if she were facing something even harder than a life-or-death choice. "But I'm scared…"
He didn't speak, but the strength of his grip on her wrist tightened a little, and his other hand slid around her waist, telling her she would be fine.
No matter what happened, they would face everything together.
Su Jia leaned into his arms, looking at the determination in his eyes.
In that moment, it was as if everything else in the world dimmed, and only he remained.
Bit by bit, Lu Yanhe gave her a sense of steadiness, and Su Jia slowly let down all her defenses.
The icy wind blew through the thin fabric of her clothes, brushing against her skin, and Su Jia shivered.
