"I'm not tired, Hua Han." Bai Wanwan narrowed her eyes in blissful comfort, reaching up to pull Hua Han's hand away.
However, the moment her hand touched the back of Hua Han's, he gently flipped his own and captured hers, their fingers interlacing.
Hua Han remained silent, but the warmth from his palm and the perfect pressure of his massage made Bai Wanwan give up the idea and let him be.
In this warm and peaceful moment, Bai Wanwan smiled and looked up. Her gaze swept past the entrance of the treehouse, and she saw a figure standing silently in the light and shadows of the setting sun.
'Jinying?'
His figure was tall and solitary. His handsome face, which carried an air of detachment, was emotionless. But his bottomless eyes flickered almost imperceptibly when they met Bai Wanwan's gaze.
"Jinying?" Bai Wanwan was a little surprised.
