A gust of wind swept past, scattering Jiang Lili’s long, dark hair across her face. Her gaze, stark and clear, pierced through the silken strands to meet Fu Xingchen’s. Before him, her small hand was pale, the delicate lines of her palm traced in a soft pink. For a split second, Fu Xingchen was captivated. Seeing him hesitate, Jiang Lili took a step forward. Her hand slid into his trouser pocket,