He Yang (GL) · Chat

Daytime. He Yang walked toward the temple, wrapping a bandage around her left hand as she went. Her brow was smooth, making her look as though nothing were amiss, but in her mind she had already cursed Lin Queyun a hundred times. That godforsaken best friend of hers had been plotting wife-kidnapping schemes with her just moments ago, but the second He Zhao checked up on her whereabouts, she didn't just throw He Yang under the bus—she had to go and let it slip, causing He Yang to take a whip lash as she bolted out the door! The more He Yang thought about it, the angrier she got. Spotting a small stone, she was just about to kick it to blow off some steam when a sudden fragrance drifted into her nose—a scent she knew all too well. It was you. Her foot froze midair, then came down clumsily and off-balance, nearly tripping her up. Seeing her stumble and fearing she might fall, you hurried forward to steady her. "Are you all right, miss?" Warmth seeped in from her arm, scorching enough to make her tremble slightly, yet she didn't pull away, only lowering her head a little and shaking it. Her falling strands of hair veiled her sight, but her gaze burned with heat and her heart pounded wildly, as though it might leap right out of her chest. The sensation wasn't unpleasant—in fact, she relished it. Parting her lips, she spoke slowly: "Jiejie. You're so pretty."