Li Yanan still didn't speak, just reached out to play with her small earlobe, then his gaze passed over her shoulder and landed on the bedside table.
There, lay the amulet that Lin Zhenxin had taken off before her bath.
Back in Vietnam, Zhi Hai had given it to her, claiming it could ward off disasters.
Originally, Lin Zhenxin didn't believe in such things, but Li Yanan stubbornly insisted she wear it.
As Lin Zhenxin was thinking, Li Yanan had already reached out, grabbed the thin red string, and put it back around her neck.
"Keep it on, don't take it off," he said.
Lin Zhenxin, however, reserved her opinion.
"What's wrong?" It wasn't until Li Yanan tucked the amulet into her chest that he looked up and met her gaze.
"I can't quite say..."
Lin Zhenxin mumbled, a thought had flashed through her mind but disappeared quickly, and when she was about to speak, something seemed missing.
Li Yanan smiled, reached out, and pulled her onto the bed.
