Although Rong ziye held Bai Yaoyao's hand as they walked towards the canteen, the two of them did not communicate much.
But even if they didn't need to communicate, Bai Yaoyao felt good as long as she could be close to the person she loved.
Even though the air was cold, Rong ziye's hand was warm. When he held her hand, it was warmer than the temperature of his gloves.
It would always warm her heart.
When she was at her saddest, when she had been wronged in the dormitory, there was still someone by her side. Even a word of concern could make her feel warm and moved.
She, Bai Yaoyao, actually didn't want much. All she wanted was some warmth.
Rong ziye knew that Bai Yaoyao had something on her mind, but if she didn't say anything, he didn't know how to persuade her.
At that moment, Rong ziye really wanted to enjoy the feeling of being Bai Yaoyao's boyfriend.
It was the feeling of being relied on and trusted by her.
