The handkerchief Wei Yuewu had been looking at was suddenly snatched away by a slender hand. She raised her head and subconsciously moved her eyes from the hand to Yan Huaijing's face. With a confused expression, she looked at the handkerchief in his hand.

Yan Huaijing looked at her with a faint smile, and a gentle expression appeared on his face. He asked in a low voice, "Why are you so focused on pinching the handkerchief? Is it that beautiful?"

Yan Huaijing spoke ...