"No, don't guess blindly. How could I still be playing with such dangerous things?"
Song Hanjiang wrapped an arm around her shoulder, intending to guide her into the house.
In his youth, Song Hanjiang had loved throwing knives at targets. Lin Anqiao considered the activity far too dangerous and had forbidden him from doing it long ago; whenever the urge struck, he would always sneak off to practice behind her back.
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