“Okay, I can walk, but you have to hold my hand.” Cen Yi sat on the tree branch, tilting her head, the silver bell earrings on her ears jingling crisply.

Holding hands?

Hands aren't medical books, so we'll never hold hands in this lifetime!

Liang Heng stared at the girl in disbelief: "You...you...you have no shame!"

Cen Yi threatened, "You only get one chance. Will you take me or not? If you don't, I'll come looking for you tonight with my pillow and mat."

Is this really the kind of shameless thing a normal girl would say?

Liang Heng was both angry and annoyed. He didn't want to agree, but he also knew that if he refused, Cen Yi was really capable of doing something as outrageous as offering himself as a concubine.

"I can only hold your hand for a moment." The boy's ears turned red.

"Okay, okay, let's just hold hands for a bit."

"...Cen Yi! How much longer are you going to hold on to him!"

"A lifetime?" The girl shook her head, deep in thought.

"Nonsense, shameless!" Liang Heng's eyes widened in horror, and he abruptly pulled his hand back.

Cen Yi was always completely unguarded in front of him, and before he knew it, he was pulled down from the tree and fell flat on his back.

"Liang! Heng!"

"You're the one who cheated, so don't blame me. You grabbed my sleeve, so I pulled you up." Liang Heng felt embarrassed and guilty.

But we can't hold hands anymore!

The handrail felt tingly and numb, like being pricked by a needle, which was quite terrifying.

"Do you have any conscience?"

Cen Yi fell hard; her headdress was askew, and when she saw that her palms were scraped and bleeding, she immediately burst into tears.

"Waaaaah, I'm bleeding, it's all your fault."

Liang Heng said seriously, "I am a doctor. Get up quickly and I will take you to get your wound bandaged."

"I can't get up. My hands hurt, my legs hurt, my whole body aches. I need you to help me get up."

The girl looked up at him, her usual mischievous thoughts completely overwhelmed by her grievances.

Liang Heng's heart skipped a beat. He felt as if he were under a spell, and he inexplicably bent down, his tone gentler than he had ever noticed.

Give me your hand, and I'll hold it.