Curtain Call

In the kitchen, Pom-Pom was standing on a small stool, diligently wiping the high cabinets. The Conductor's small figure looked exceptionally hardworking in the morning light.

Hearing footsteps, Pom-Pom turned around and saw that it was Bai Luoming. It paused in its wiping motion, its expression somewhat complicated, as if it wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

"Conductor... um, is there breakfast?" Bai Luoming stepped forward and asked Pom-Pom in a very soft voice.

"Yes, Pam." Pom-Pom jumped off the stool, walked to the table, and pushed one of the portions in front of him. "But Pom-Pom hopes the passengers can all get along well. Pom-Pom doesn't want to see anyone on the train sad."

Bai Luoming felt a pang of guilt upon hearing Pom-Pom's words. He removed the dust cover, revealing a simple sandwich and a glass of warm milk inside.

He picked up his tray, nodded earnestly to Pom-Pom, and said, "Thank you, Conductor."

Walking down the corridor back to March 7th's room, his mind was in turmoil as he frantically rehearsed his speech for the moment.

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, he had already arrived at the door of March 7th's room.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and forced a bright smile onto his face.

Look what great stuff I brought back for you!

He held up his plate high like a child showing off a treasure, his voice deliberately feigning ease.

"Ta-da! Special breakfast provided by the Conductor!"

Despite Bai Luoming's deliberate efforts to create an atmosphere, the room remained quiet.

March 7th was still sitting on the edge of the bed, maintaining the posture he had when he left, head down, looking somewhat dejected.

She gripped the edges of the blanket tightly with both hands, showing no reaction to his appearance or the breakfast.

Upon seeing this scene, Bai Luoming's smile froze.

He placed the breakfast on the small table in front of her and looked at her expectantly.

Time passed slowly.

She remained motionless, not even lifting her eyelids.

His voice was the only sound in the room, creating an awkward silence from which there was nowhere to escape.

Bai Luoming stood there, unsure what to do with his hands and feet. He cautiously asked, "Is it... not to your liking?"

Seeing that March 7th still ignored him, his voice grew softer and softer, becoming increasingly weak.

"How about... I make you something else? Fried eggs? Or a bowl of hot porridge? What do you like to eat? I..."

He couldn't continue speaking. It felt like punching cotton; all his strength and preparation had vanished.

Just when he was at his wit's end and almost ready to surrender, Evernight's figure emerged from the shadows beside the bed.

Evernight rubbed her forehead, let out a long sigh, and said with a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"Are you stupid?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but her meaning was quite clear.

"Don't you know how to feed people?!"

Upon hearing this, March 7th, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly stiffened.

A wave of heat rose from her neck, spreading visibly and quickly reaching her ears. The tips of her small ears turned a translucent pink.

She opened her mouth, as if wanting to refute something, but the words wouldn't come out. She could only bury her head even lower, her fingers almost crumpling the edge of the blanket.

Bai Luoming was also stunned.

Feed her... feed her?

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind, instantly illuminating the chaotic area of his thought process.

Bai Luoming seemed to have suddenly realized something, picked up the sandwich on the table, and carefully brought it to March 7th.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a dry voice.

"Um... ah, open your mouth?"

March 7th bit her lower lip, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she didn't look up for a long time.

Evernight walked to her side, looked at her with encouraging eyes, and even nodded to her quietly.

Finally, urged on silently by the Evernight, March 7th seemed to have made a huge decision. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly raised her head.

She glanced at Bai Luoming quickly, then lowered her gaze again, her small mouth obediently opening a crack.

Bai Luoming was overjoyed and quickly handed the sandwich to her mouth.

She took small bites, chewing slowly, her cheeks flushed red as if they could bleed. Too shy to look up, she obediently cooperated. Bai Luoming looked at her, and his heart softened.

He fed her while secretly observing her expression.

Seeing that she was eating earnestly despite her shyness, my heart finally settled down.

He awkwardly controlled the pace, afraid that he would choke her if he moved too fast.

"Isn't this too fast?"

Would you like some milk?

He slowed down his movements, afraid that feeding her too quickly would make her choke.

Evernight stood leisurely to the side, arms crossed, watching this heartwarming yet slightly awkward scene, a maternal smile playing on her lips.

Then she returned to March 7th's body and chuckled softly in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Darling, see? I told you so, didn't I? Men, that's how you treat them."

March 7th's face turned even redder, almost steaming, but she didn't refute it.

A sandwich and a glass of milk were quickly finished.

Bai Luoming collected the empty plates and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had won a hard-fought battle.

"Then you get some rest, I'll go return the dishes to the kitchen."

He picked up his plate, turned around, and prepared to slip away, thinking to himself that he had finally gotten through this ordeal.

However, just as his hand touched the doorknob, he heard March 7th's voice behind him.

"Wait a moment."

Her voice was very soft, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet room.

Bai Luoming froze, his movements halting. He immediately turned around and asked nervously, "W-what's wrong? Is there anything else you need?"

He saw March 7th get up from his bed.

She walked barefoot on the soft carpet, step by step, toward him.

Before he could react, the girl's soft body bumped into his arms, giving Bai Luoming a big hug.

Bai Luoming was stunned. The plate in his hand wobbled and almost fell to the ground.

March 7th buried her face in his chest, greedily inhaling his familiar scent.

She held him, her body still trembling slightly. After a while, she tiptoed, leaned close to his ear, and whispered:

"Thank you, Luo Ming. But... please don't do that again."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that Bai Luoming could barely hear it without listening carefully.

"At least... you should have told me."

Upon hearing this, Bai Luoming's brain went blank for a few seconds before he finally processed the massive amount of information contained in those words.

March 7th, does this mean he's forgiven?

After a brief silence, an indescribable joy suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart, washing over his entire body.

He instinctively threw the plate on the ground, then wrapped his arms tightly, so tightly that it felt like he wanted to meld her into his body.

"Marvelous!"

He excitedly gave her a big, loud kiss on her warm cheek.

I knew you were the best in March 7th!

March 7th was caught completely off guard by this sudden turn of events.

The blush on her face had just faded when it spread down to her neck. She was so embarrassed that she could barely lift her head.

"You, you, you..."

She pushed Bai Luoming away forcefully and stammered, "Get out! I... I need to change my clothes!"

Her voice was a mixture of shyness and annoyance, yet it carried an undeniable sweetness.

Then Bai Luoming was pushed out of the room by March 7th.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut in front of him.

He stood there blankly outside the door, touched his lips, looked at the closed door, and then a big smile bloomed on his face.

He bent down to pick up the plate from the ground, then turned and walked briskly toward the kitchen.

Walking down the quiet train corridor, he even hummed a tuneless little tune, feeling more joyful than ever before.