Three words, uttered without deliberately raising the volume, yet they were undeniable.
His fingers, with his unwavering determination, gripped very tightly, refusing to let go.
To reach this step had been so difficult, so hard won; no matter what, he would not release her hand, even if she hated him for it.
The palm of his hand was soft, the tips of his fingers ice-cold, his dominance nearly causing Ji Anning to collapse. She nervously looked around, then raised her face and with pleading eyes said to Ji Chicheng, "Chicheng, a lot of people are watching. Can you let go, please?"
No matter how she struggled, she couldn't free herself from his restraint.
Groups of passersby were about to come over; he was now a prominent figure in school, and being seen here together, the rumors would surely spread throughout the campus the moment they turned around.
What would she do then?
As Ji Anning considered this, she began to cry in desperation.