The distance between the two of them was neither close nor far. She was enveloped by his presence, yet apart from that single hand, there was no physical contact between them. No matter how the people behind him shoved and pushed, the two of them never once collided.
Looking at the black down jacket less than two centimeters from the tip of her nose, Xiao Ye tilted her head slightly and caught sight of a clearly knuckled hand gripping the railing tightly, its joints distinct and veins slightly bulging.
She turned her head back to look at He Yi. The boy had his head turned to the side, his brow furrowed as he observed the flow of the crowd, trying to lead her to a less congested spot.
Chapter 73