Gao Ziyue noticed the small change in his expression, the light in his eyes, the way his lips curved slightly, and had to hold back a laugh. Their fingers were still intertwined, a connection that both seemed to have forgotten.
Their fingers remained naturally intertwined, although neither of them had stopped to think about it. It was simply... natural, as if their hands had always been destined to find each other.
For a brief moment, Gao Ziyue looked at her own hands, at the way her fingers fit perfectly between his. Then she looked at Kyrian, her eyes tracing his face with a newfound awareness. Then she quickly looked away, the tips of her ears turning slightly red.
She pretended not to notice. Kyrian did not comment either.
The hall was relatively small, but every inch seemed to have been carefully designed to create a welcoming atmosphere.
