Chapter 95 Placards

• I didn't know what to do. I wasn't even thinking. How could I? When my mind was spiraling like hurricane Katherina inside my head.
• He was still holding my hand and directly boring into my eyes with his. My hand had stopped shaking, but it wasn't because I was calm, it was because I had become fully engrossed in my mental chaos that physical reaction wasn't possible again.
• He was slightly smiling as he burrowed his eyebrows, waiting for my reply.