Jiang Baizhou turned around, walked down two steps, and looked back at Cen Jin in the semi-darkness. He noticed she was wearing white high heels, and with a light press of his lips, he slowly extended his hand to her. A rare hint of unease flickered across his handsome face hidden in the shadow.
Looking at the unexpectedly extended long hand, Cen Jin was momentarily stunned, her heart trembling slightly. A hint of surprise flashed in her clear eyes when she heard him say, "Not coming down?"
Cen Jin snapped back to reality, gazed at his hand that had been extended all along, hesitated for a few seconds, and gently placed her hand in his palm. A flow of warmth seeped into her cold palm, gradually spreading through her heart.
"Why is your hand so cold?" As her hand touched his, Jiang Baizhou was also startled, his brows knitting together immediately.
"Is it cold?" Upon hearing this, Cen Jin instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but Jiang Baizhou firmly held it.
