Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu held hands, their fingers interlocking as they carefully made their way through the cave.
The air inside the cave was not stuffy; instead, there was a damp vapor that suggested the presence of flowing water not far off.
Senior Sister An bit her lower lip, her face unexpectedly showing a girlish demeanor, a stark contrast to the stern expression she had worn earlier at the entrance of the cave reprimanding Brother Fan.
She wasn't accustomed to holding hands with her junior brother, but in front of Lin Duanshan and Duan Fenhai, the clasping of their fingers felt like a public declaration of ownership, which truly was more than her face could bear.
Yet, because of her protective nature, she also felt she couldn't discourage her junior brother. What if he no longer got along with her, what then?