"Then why not hold onto my sleeve?"
Sensing the uncertainty and fear in her heart, Mo Yi tried to ease those feelings with a flirtatious remark.
"That way, you won't be afraid of getting lost—"
As he spoke, Mo Yi extended his right hand toward Cecilia.
Of course, Mo Yi had not expected Cecilia to actually accept. After all, this looked far too much like an old father taking his little daughter out.
Cecilia had lost her memories, not her common sense or her previous values.
So, he had planned to seriously comfort her if she hesitated or refused, saying things like, "Don't be afraid, I'm here..." Such words might not have done much coming from an ordinary person, but Mo Yi's voice came with the special effect of Light of the Heart. Its effectiveness was guaranteed.
But reality often refused to unfold according to one's expectations!
"Doctor—"
Looking at Mo Yi's outstretched right hand, Cecilia hesitated for two seconds before reaching out and grasping his wrist. Lowering her head, she said, "Can I hold your hand? Holding your sleeve feels a little strange."
Mo Yi: "..."
Little Ai Mi, you really were a clever little thing!
"Of course that's fine—"
Mo Yi naturally did not refuse. Letting her gently yet tightly hold his wrist, he asked, "Are you still afraid now?"
Though Cecilia felt embarrassed, she had no intention of letting go. Cecilia, who could become the strongest Valkyrie, appeared virtuous and gentle, but she was actually very independent and stubborn. Once she decided on something, she would not give up easily... Otherwise, no matter how talented she was, she could never have become the strongest Valkyrie.
"Your hand makes me feel safe, Doctor. I'm not afraid anymore."
"Then let's keep going—"
Mo Yi looked at Cecilia standing beside