Fingers tingled enough as two hands interlocked.

It had initially started by the hands of friendship, but now both Mei and Matthew couldn't part from it.

They loved each other, and handholding had morphed from a gentle and delicate sign of friendship in to an all encompensating love that never failed to blow their mind with the delicate, interwoven, and unbreakable bond there.

Handholding became an aspect of themselves and with that, it never faded or left them.

Smiling, Mei reached up on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend's cheek and all the while their hands stayed interlocked with delicate fingers gripped there.