Lihua paused for a moment and then shook his hand. She stiffened and felt her heart skip a beat again.
His warm hand that had firmly held hers instantly reminded her of Wei. His hold was similar to Wei's. Firm but not crushing at the same time that always gave a sense of security to her. As his large palm enveloped hers, she couldn't help but feel as if Wei was right there in front of her.
I have to stop this...I cannot think about Wei all the time. We are already divorced now. But I am still unable to forget him. He is not Wei. Then why...
When will this torment end?
Wei froze to see her eyes slightly tear up. "Are you okay?" He anxiously asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
Meng Ya held her shoulder and worriedly said, "Lihua, what happened? Tell me. Are you sick? Should I take you to the infirmary?"
"No, no. This is nothing…" she laughed it off.
Meng Ya pursed her lips.
Was she thinking about Wei?
