C312 He Held Her Hand

In the vast hall, only two people embraced, the tranquil air filled with a soothing aroma that seemed to lose its effect, leaving only a delicate intoxication.

In this serene atmosphere, a poem suddenly crossed Zhuohua's mind.

"I don't think I've ever given you anything, have I?" She stood up, moved to the desk, and laid out a sheet of paper. With a playful wink at the man