A beautifully carved wooden box
"Come", Feng Jianyu took her hand in his as he pulled her gently towards the stairs through the empty living room.
Xiu Mei hesitated and looked at their clasped hands. Instinctively she wanted to pull off her hand out of his. But her hesitation lasted only for a few seconds. Feng Jianyu's hold was loose enough for her, allowing her to make her own decision about what she wanted to do. And that was when she let go off her thoughts to pull her hands out of his and leave them curled up in his.
She herself doesn't know what pushed her to make this decision. But while looking at their clasped hands, she noticed how small her hand was if compared to his big palm. It was giving her a sense of security, warmth, and love. His hands were calloused but his touch was gentle and warm, that was slowly melting her cold heart through his warmth.