Zi Yunsui firmly grasped Hua Xiaomo's hand and gently kissed it twice at the corner of his lips.
At that moment, Hua Xiaomo's heart fluttered, overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling; he knew rejecting this man again would certainly bring sadness, yet he had to do it.
Because he didn't want his emotional life to become too complicated, which would only make things ugly for everyone involved and give false hope—what's the point?
For him, a simple life was best, and for a moment, Hua Xiaomo wanted to pull his hand back.
But then Zi Yunsui tightened his grip, yet he eventually let go.
Hua Xiaomo remained silent, intently watching the ballet performance, as though his thoughts began to dance with the ballet itself.
Yes, he realized that even seated in this ballet theater, his mind felt incredibly complex; he couldn't truly relax or fully immerse himself.
