Mei Shengxue took Yu Yourong's hand.
At that time, he held that hand just like he does now, and then he struggled out of the quagmire of his family, entered a Buddhist temple, and his wish came true.
Yu Yourong's warm palm grasped his cold fingers and pulled him up.
Mei Shengxue stood up and stumbled forward a step. Yu Yourong held his arm and said, "Be careful."
He barely reached Yu Yourong's chin, and when he lowered his head, he could see her delicate jade-like neck. The graceful and gentle fragrance of red sandalwood flowed into his nose, bringing a calmness that suppressed everything.
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