She Followed Him Home
The young man's hand was slender and strong, and his fingertips were slightly cold. Zhou Yuwei's hand was held in his palm, and she could not break free for a moment. If she couldn't break free, she might as well not break free.
She raised her long eyelashes and looked at him.
"Didn't you want to break up with me? Who are you putting on an act for?"
The young man's pale pink lips were pursed into a straight line. His thin jaw was tight, and his dark eyes were filled with unknown emotions.
Zhou Yuwei could tell that he cared about her.
However, he kept everything to himself and did not tell her. This made her especially angry and annoyed.
"I'm saying this one last time, let go!"
Not only did the young man not let go, he even pulled her to the front.
He looked at her fair and slender arm. The skin on her elbow was broken and blood was oozing out.
"You are injured."
He stared at her wound, his long eyebrows tightly furrowed.