As if struck by a powerful electric current, Qian Renxue’s fingers recoiled instantly. At the same moment, Mo Chen reacted in exactly the same way; the hand he had intended to brush against her fingertips snapped back as if he had been shocked.
In that fleeting instant, their fingertips had lightly touched, yet it felt like a bolt of lightning had carved its way through their hearts. Suddenly, their hearts began to race, thumping so violently against their ribs that the sound felt deafening in the quiet night.
The moon hung like liquid, casting dreamlike, silvery rays over Qian Renxue’s delicate frame. The light draped over her like a veil, making her silhouette appear and disappear, lending her an air of mysterious, hazy beauty.
Chapter 19