It was so fair, so small, and so soft.
His mind was clearly ordering his hand to let go, but once he was holding it, he didn't want to release it.
'How wonderful it would be if I could hold Wanwan's hand forever.'
Wanwan looked at his downcast eyes and his somewhat hurt expression, and her heart had already softened.
But when she looked up and saw Xin Feng with the cubs in the distance, her softened heart hardened once more.
"Let go, Yan Lie. You should leave now."
She hadn't spoken harshly, but Yan Lie could still read her intentions in her voice. If he didn't let go, she would get truly angry.
Slowly, Yan Lie released his grip, watching helplessly as she pulled her hand away.
A powerful sense of loss washed over him. His eyes, unwilling to leave her, intently traced every feature of her face.
He wanted to burn her image completely into his mind.
