Chapter 82 (Minor Edit)

"Anyway, the money I've made these years has nowhere to go, it'll just rot in the bank,"

It was a familiar tone, indifferent and deep, with a touch of irritability. In an instant, Mu Hanxia thought she saw Lin Mochen at 26, but still different. The man before her had a heavier and deeper side profile, a more restrained temperament, and every movement carried the marks of time.

Those hands, however, were just like before, pampered, fair, and slender. He seemed to casually grasp her hand. His bank card had clearly already been passed to the cashier, but he had not let go of her, holding on tightly.

After so many years, once again, that same pair of hands held her tightly. Mu Hanxia could clearly hear her own heart, beating uncontrollably faster.

The cashier's expression was somewhat indescribable, feigning composure but unable to suppress a smile. As the cashier started scanning the items, Lin Mochen's hand suddenly slid down, as if he wanted to interlock fingers with her.