I didn't reply to Gu Qingling's message.

　　I opened the photo and looked at it repeatedly.

　　Perhaps because she didn't wait for my reply, Gu Qingling called me directly on video.

　　I accidentally answered the call.

　　Her voice was ambiguous, "Mimi, are you really jealous?" I remained silent.

　　In the video, her face was beautiful and delicate, but her eyes revealed a hidden sense of arrogance and disdain.

　　She waved the camera behind her and said, "Is it necessary?" She continued, "It's said online that when the opposite sex friend is distracted, you should hold hands with them and see their reaction..." With her voice, a pair of clearly defined knuckles appeared in the camera.

　　Cold white skin, clear veins on the wrists.

　　One hand was holding a cigarette, while the other lazily hung by the side.

　　From the angle of the shot, the hand holding the cigarette had a black hair tie on it - he only started wearing it when I got angry with him before.

　　Whether intentional or unintentional, Gu Qingling tentatively reached her hand out, stopping just in front of the hand with the hair tie.

　　She murmured softly, "He's definitely going to reject me with disgust.

　　You're really narrow-minded for being jealous like this." After speaking, she reached out her hand, wanting to hold hands.

　　The other party noticed, paused, and withdrew.

　　Gu Qingling was left hanging, pouting, and her tone was sour and indescribable, "Oh, feeling distant now, huh..." But as her words fell, those cold white hands changed direction, and the cigarette, with flickering sparks, moved to the hand without the hair tie.

　　My heart skipped a beat.

　　In the camera, Lu Yanchen flicked the cigarette ash with one hand, and with the other hand, he grasped Gu Qingling's hand that was about to retreat.

　　Gu Qingling seemed to have tried to avoid it, but he held on tightly, looking at her with a delicate gleam in his eyes, his voice teasing, "What's wrong? Do you recognize my affection now?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and lifted their tightly interlocked hands.

　　The black hair tie was particularly eye-catching.

　　And in his eyes, there was only her.

　　"Gu Qingling, do you regret it now?"