บท 237: The Masked Man (2)

Li Caiyi called out to that name softly while carefully studying his reaction. 

"Are you…Zhiqiang?"

The masked man: "...."

There was no answer again, but it only made her even more confident. This person's demeanor and gestures were very similar to Dai Zhiqiang's, and it would explain why he would saved her from those drunkards earlier. 

Li Caiyi missed him so much, so she reached out to hold on to his hand firmly, as though he would disappear again if she let go of him. 

"I'm right, aren't I? Why are you wearing that mask? You can just approach and talk to me directly." Her voice slightly shook as she continued, "Is it because you don't want me to know? You are keeping your real job secret from everyone; that's why you did this."

The masked man's hand twitched but gradually relaxed and even caressed Li Caiyi's soft hand tenderly with his thumb. It made her heart swell and ticklish.

"Hey, can I see your face? I missed you."