Shen Yuan acted as if he hadn't heard her threat, or perhaps he selectively ignored her declaration to "settle the score."
He took a step forward, drawing closer to Li Zhi.
The start of the stone steps was just steps away.
With a hint of apprehension, Shen Yuan reached out and grabbed Li Zhi's hand, which was hanging at her side.
"Let's go."
Shen Yuan's voice held a trace of nervousness, and his grip on her fingers tightened subconsciously. The moment he took her hand, he had already enveloped her cool fingers completely within his palm.
Li Zhi felt the strength in Shen Yuan's palm. The sudden warmth and the feeling of being enveloped made her want to pull her hand back as if she'd been shocked, but his grip was stubborn.
"You...!"
The young woman shot Shen Yuan a resigned glance but didn't pull her hand away.
Li Zhi's hand rested quietly and docilely in Shen Yuan's palm.
She turned her face away, refusing to look at his annoying profile.
