"There's no need to be so nervous, I'm just an old man, and won't bite."
The old man smiled softly, finally putting aside his nostalgic remembrance.
He looked at Ning Anran, his tone gentle, "Your nails... can I take a look?"
Ning Anran didn't understand why he wanted to see her nails, but how could she refuse if he wanted to take a look?
At the insistence of Ye Zi, the old man and she walked to a nearby pavilion and sat down.
It was then that Ning Anran extended her nails in front of the old man.
She quietly watched him, her face full of confusion, still unsure of what the old man wanted to do.
The old man stared intently at her nails without blinking, and then suddenly took her hand in his own.
Ning Anran was startled, her breathing became slightly rushed.
She wanted to pull her hand back; after all, she wasn't familiar with the old man.
But, she didn't dare to.
Ye Zi stood to one side, seeing her look at him with pleading eyes.