After a dozen minutes, they returned to the familiar entrance, a patch of light appeared before them.
Without a word, Han Xing grabbed Zhang Lianmeng's wrist and quickened his pace.
Suddenly being pulled by Han Xing, Zhang Lianmeng's body tightened instantly, almost instinctively wanting to shake off.
But thinking about this man, she had some strange feelings again.
That feeling was indescribable, as if when he held her, there was an inexplicable sense of safety in her heart.
Zhang Lianmeng felt the strength from the wrist, her face blushing.
His hand is so strong...
Being held by this man, unexpectedly brought a sense of security she had never felt before.
Not even her fiancé or her family had given her this feeling.
Just then, the front became bright, they stepped out of the valley, and their vision opened up.
Han Xing immediately released his hand, Zhang Lianmeng's fantasies were suddenly interrupted, and for a moment, a slight sense of loss arose in her heart.
