At that moment, her heart was dead.
These days, with a combination of medication and physical therapy, her knuckles were much better and had been pain-free for a long time.
However, seeing Xiao Ziqi and Hao Yimeng together now brought to mind images of her fingernails being pulled out.
Then, her hand... Began to hurt again.
Suddenly, a pair of big hands closed around her trembling, aching hands. An elegant baritone voice rang in her ears. "Your hands are cold."
"It's... It's nothing. My hands just began to hurt a little suddenly. It should be all right in a minute," said Ling Yiran. She knew in her heart that the pain in her hand was more psychological than physical.
Upon hearing that, Yi Jinli frowned a little and took her hands more gently in his, lowering his head while breathing gently into them.
It was already July, and it was a hot day. The trade fair's air-conditioners were on.
Yi Jinli's behavior might even seem bizarre.
As Yi Jinli did not normally appear in front of the media, many of the people who attended the fair did not know him.
He was eye-catching enough, and what he was doing right now naturally caught the attention of others.
Although it was strange, people only found the scene to be beautiful.
A handsome man in a crisp suit was carefully holding a woman's hand. Those bright and charming peach blossom eyes were filled with worry. Anyone could see that this woman probably occupied a big position in the man's heart.
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