In such a crowded setting, Xiang Yimo suddenly took Zhong Lingling's hand, and surprisingly, instead of disliking it, Zhong Lingling felt somewhat grateful.
Otherwise, she truly felt a bit at a loss.
The waiters bustled around with drinks and beverages, and Xiang Yimo chose a glass of the red wine he loved dearly, while Zhong Lingling opted for a glass of orange juice.
She noticed a long table at the event, laden with a sumptuous spread of buffet foods.
It made Zhong Lingling's mouth water uncontrollably.
Xiang Yimo sipped his red wine lightly and was filled with many emotions.
Today was the day he stood back up on his feet, no longer needing to lie in bed, feigning illness, living that inhumane life. He could now protect the ones he wanted to protect, do the things he wished to do, breathe the air he yearned to breathe.
The air outside the room was indeed fresh and wonderful.