Du Jianghe didn't say another word, just reached out and firmly grasped Xie Wanning's wrist.
That hand had no warmth, but it had astonishing strength.
At this moment, Xie Wanning was still in a daze, her mind blank, with no awareness to refuse. It was as if she was being pulled by an invisible force, and she felt herself being gently "lifted" to the shore.
Her skin touched the non-slip mat on the poolside, warmed by the sun, with a delicate rubber texture, bringing her chaotic thoughts slightly back into focus.
She lowered her head, staring blankly at the hand holding her wrist.
Knuckles distinct, with a thin callus from years of holding a water gun, the palm lines clearly familiar—it was a hand she had caressed countless times, a hand that had once sheltered her from the wind and rain, cooked innumerable hot meals for her, and wiped her tears.
Solid, strong, and so real it made her heart tremble.
How long had it been?
