"Mrs. Han," Han Zhuoling suddenly called.
"Ah?" Shi Xiaoya was not able to react. "Hmm?"
"Nothing." Even Han Zhuoling's eyes were smiling. "I just wanted to call you that."
Shi Xiaoya did not expect that at all. He did not call her that yesterday, but he suddenly called her that today.
Shi Xiaoya could not stop herself from smiling.
She thought that he was only going to call her that one time.
Who knew that after a short while, he would call again, "Mrs. Han."
This time, Shi Xiaoya did not answer.
She thought that he was just calling her for fun anyway.
However, when he did not hear her answer, Han Zhuoling called again, "Mrs. Han?"
"What?" Shi Xiaoya finally answered.
"Nothing. I just wanted to say, let's hold hands and walk like this our whole lives." Han Zhuoling turned around and looked at her gently.
Shi Xiaoya suddenly felt that something warm, wet, and sour had been shoved into her throat.
