In the distance, Lv Liang's eyes widened as he watched. He uttered trembling whispers, like the desperate screams of a drowning man, "Don't hold his hand... don't hold his hand..." He gritted his teeth, as if their hand-holding was a grave sin. "I can't accept it! I will not allow anyone to ruin this beauty!" Then, he vanished into the shadows.
In Fan Wubing's eyes, tenderness and deep affection overflowed, as he said to Fu Manman, "I love you."
Seeing such an expression, Fu Manman paused for a moment. She realized it seemed to be the first time he looked at her so affectionately. She had always thought that although Fan Wubing wasn't the reserved type in matters of the heart, he was quite subtle and restrained. He usually expressed his love in insignificant little things and rarely declared it so directly.
Fu Manman vaguely sensed something was wrong.
