Just as she felt herself becoming unsteady and about to fall, accompanied by a cry of alarm, she fell directly into someone's arms.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry."
Her back was pressed against a firm body, and after regaining her balance, she hurried to move away.
But he grasped her small hand from behind.
She froze.
Suddenly, the aura behind her felt incredibly familiar.
Indeed, as she slowly turned around, she met those familiar, clear eyes.
Therein still lingered his unresolved worry.
Lu Xiao tightened his grip on her small hand, holding it in his palm.
When she was swept away by the crowd, disappearing in an instant, his heart suddenly tightened.
Although he knew he would definitely find her, he definitely would, deep down there was still an inevitable, deep tugging.
Fearing.
Fearing she would disappear.
When Wen Xian saw it was him, she immediately went up to hug him tightly, burying herself in his embrace.
And Lu Xiao, looking down at her, firmly said,
