As Xiao Hua followed Zi Ming through the hall doors, a strange cold wind blew outward from the pitch-black passageway. The wind was bone-piercingly cold and even carried a thick scent of blood. Xiao Hua was exceedingly familiar with that smell—it was precisely the Netherworld Wind he had encountered in Mingxi years ago.
"It seemed... the Netherworld really was enormous!" Xiao Hua naturally began to speculate about what the Netherworld was and ponder what he might encounter shortly.
Suddenly, Xiao Hua felt a faintly sweet fragrance rush into his nose and mouth. His left arm touched a soft, warm body, while the delicate hand that had been holding his abruptly became scorching hot, its heat carrying a trace of dampness!
That sweet fragrance was very peculiar. Not only was it not scattered by the Netherworld Wind, but it grew even richer. Breathing it in made Xiao Hua feel exceptionally comfortable, and his hand could not help tightening around hers.
That hand seemed to sense Xiao Hua's strength and tightened as well. Their fingers even interlaced, clasping Xiao Hua's palm tightly.
The instant their fingers interlaced, Xiao Hua hesitated. Looking at the darkness around them, he sighed inwardly. They said the dark of night emboldened one's courage; it was indeed true. Zi Ming had previously had no opportunity whatsoever to reveal the emotions in her heart, yet once she had the chance for those feelings to ferment, they immediately became like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, impossible to control.
In the instant Xiao Hua hesitated, Zi Ming successfully clasped his fingers. She even squeezed them twice more, making their fingers fit more comfortably, and then that warm body nestled even closer against him!
"Cough, cough..." Xiao Hua coughed twice and whispered, "Zi Ye..."
Upon hearing the name "Zi