Lin Dong held Qiao Bing's hand and walked a long distance away.
At the moment, Qiao Bing's mind was in turmoil.
Because of her strange disease, no man had ever held her hand in this world.
And Lin Dong was the first one.
There wasn't the liver pain she had imagined.
What she felt was a warm sensation, which traveled from the palm of his hand to hers.
Her body quivered involuntarily, and her heartbeat quickened without her control.
So this was what holding hands felt like?
"Where are you taking me?"
After walking for quite some time, Qiao Bing found herself becoming more and more nervous, fearing her legs would give out if she went on.
Thus, she asked.
"I've seen that you haven't been eating well these past few days, so I'm taking you out for a meal," Lin Dong said.
"Oh." Qiao Bing nodded gently and followed Lin Dong out.
She had no idea where Lin Dong planned to take her to eat.