I really want to grab your hand, flee to the freshly cleared skies and fields, without shrinking back or looking back. — Shu Ting "Farewell in Rain"
Inside the study, which wasn't too cramped, the air was peculiarly quiet, the afternoon's golden rays poured through the lattice windows and spread luxuriously across the grey-brown floor. The weak light fell upon the man's beautiful brows and eyes, his expression still one of disinterest, yet Anan was about to be set ablaze by that stark, naked gaze.
Her heart seemed to have completely spiraled out of control, Anan was forced to lean against the bookshelf behind her, her face blushing with shy redness, the man's long arms propped beside her face, his slightly cool voice dropping into her ear.
"So what should you do when you encounter a situation like this in the future?" The tone was almost threatening, yet his gaze was inexplicably gentle, his approach slow and coaxing step by step.
