Song Yu Han's hand was placed on the back of her neck, the cold and rough skin of his palms, somehow gave her a contradicting gentleness and warmth. The shadows that lingered around Ran Xueyi crawled back to a place that the light could never reach again.
Ran Xueyi knew that what he was doing right now might throw everything into chaos. The moment her fans and the people nearby noticed Song Yu Han's little movement, there was no way to escape. Ran Xueyi should warn him about it as they had no plans of revealing each other to the public tonight. But her mouth was tightly closed and a slight anticipation of being found grew tremendously inside of her.
No words were exchanged between them, only a slight touch of skin. However, a thousand unspoken and comforting words seemed to slip through his hands.
