Chatty and Fischer had been apart for so long, so they cried when they finally hugged.

Fischer could not bear to see her cry.

When her sobbing eased a little, Fischer lowered his head to wipe her tears and gently coaxed her not to cry.

Chatty took a deep breath and calmed herself down as soon as possible.

She had so many questions for him.

Seeing that her eyes were swollen from crying, Fischer pinched her cheek and said with a smile, “Do you still want to drink coffee? If you don’t want this, we can go to my place, and I’ll make you a cup of coffee.”

Chatty nodded.

Fischer let down his hand and naturally held Chatty’s hand. He turned around to pick up her bag and pushed the door open.

The waiter at the back was envious that they were such a perfect match.

Chatty saw that he was holding her hand and felt as if an electric current passed through her heart.

When they were young, Fischer often held her hand. They were inseparable, and he liked her the most.

Was he still the same