C22 Yi Tong's Dream(2)

His hands are cold, his palms are wide, his slender fingers are slender as if he were a piano player. If Xuan was here, his hands would probably be this beautiful as well.

Thinking like this, Yitong unconsciously sighed. Yem Luochen's body paused, and he slowly let go of her hands. He stood still with his back facing Yitong. His voice was as emotionless as ever