Han Mingyue grasped Zhen Yu's hand tightly upon hearing the words and pulled her to a stop on the spot.
Zhen Yu turned around as if sensing something, staring at him with wide eyes.
The dim street lights made her eyes sparkle with a faint and fragmented glow in the darkness! With his indefinable intentions, Han Mingyue felt his cheeks flush under her gaze, at a loss for words.
It was only a momentary exchange of glances, but Zhen Yu's hair, tousled by the cold wind, covered half of her face! Just as she was about to lift her hand to move it away, Han Mingyue had already stepped in to brush her hair aside for her.
While holding down her wispy bangs with the hood of her down jacket, he gently asked, "Your hair has grown long, after the 'Dragon Heads-raising Festival', do you still plan to cut it as short as before?"
