Kapitel 1241: Talking About…what?

There were many things to say, but when they truly met, the words seemed to be blocked in the throat.

The two of them sat together, watching the commotion in the palace and the garden while it was very quiet all around them. There was no one else who came to this secluded place, as if making it a place that only belonged to them.

It was tranquil and peaceful.

Long Qian Xing's eyes lowered and looked at Nan Hua's hand that was placed beside her. The skin was white and recalling the soft feeling when he held her hand back then, Long Qian Xing's hand slowly inched closer.

Slowly, he put his hand on top of Nan Hua's hand.

Nan Hua turned her head, her black obsidian pupils reflected Long Qian Xing's figure beside her. Her eyes were very clear that Long Qian Xing was astonished. It's really beautiful.

Long Qian Xing smiled. "I want to hold your hand."