C768 How cruel is she?

His hand was as warm as ever, and hers was as cold as ever. She squeezed it tightly, feeling the warmth of his fingertips as she had before, and felt the warmth seep into her heart through the palms of her hands, warm and warm.

It was so warm that she wanted to cry …

He watched the door slowly open, then pulled her out of the elevator.

It was more about dragging her than pulling