"Can you let go of my hand now?" From the moment they left the Shi Family, Xu Wuzhou had been holding Qin Qingmo's hand. She had tried to pull away several times but failed, and finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Of course," Xu Wuzhou agreed readily, but tightened his grip slightly. Her hand was soft and a bit cold, much like the cool breeze of the night.

"Hmm?" Seeing that Xu Wuzhou agreed but didn't release her hand, Qin Qingmo looked at him in confusion.

"Oh, keeping the same position for too long makes my hand stiff, I can't let go," Xu Wuzhou said, using his left hand to slap his right hand as if to prove it was indeed stiff.