Lin Suyin, the White Lotus?

Luo Yunzhu wrung her wrist but could not shake his grip. She gave up and bellowed, "Grab my sleeve! You are not allowed to hold my hand." This was the first time that she'd ever held hands with a man. She felt like Zhang Tiancheng was taking great advantage of her.

Zhang Tiancheng let out a disappointed 'oh' but still inched closer to Luo Yunzhu. He only let go of her arm after he made sure that he had a good grip on her sleeve.

While the journey spanned a mere hundred yards, they still took a good fifteen minutes to make it. Chuling was the timidest among them. Even though they were holding hands, merely walking through the thick, opaque fog was enough to make her break into a cold sweat.

When they emerged from the fog, they were greeted by an abundance of green. Majestic trees stretched endlessly into the distance. They startled several small forest creatures, who dispersed immediately in all directions. Soon after, the birds also fled their branches.