So unwilling to let go, he can cast strange eyes regardless of his surroundings, but she can't.

 

At this time, a burst of cold wind with a little rain blew over, which made Yang Shuting's hair messed up, and hers was also messed up.

 

"Shu ting!" I heard the voice of Wen Yuhang from a distance.

 

Yang Shuting looked at the voice in surprise and saw him looking at her with a smile.

 

My heart panicked, and I broke his clinging hand again. This time I finally broke it.

 

Ling Weihao looked at Yang Shuting, who was nervous and afraid, with a smile in his eyes. His mouth slowly expanded...