Tang Song's figure moved along the platform, following the No. 31 bus as it slowly pulled into the station.
Outside Yanjing Sky City at six thirty in the evening, the crowds were at their peak.
White-collar workers getting off work, aunties carrying groceries, students, and delivery riders passed one another as lights flickered and flowed across the ground.
Tang Song, dressed in casual winter clothes, stood out from the crowd, drawing one astonished, heated gaze after another.
The bus came to a stop beside the platform with a slight tremor.
He happened to be standing right by the rear door.
Through the misted-up window, their gazes met amid the shifting light and shadows.
A gentle, handsome smile appeared on his face.
With a clatter, the rear door slid open.
The cold wind, carrying exhaust fumes and the scent of the city, rushed inside.
Qian Lele stared blankly at him.
Overwhelming joy and happiness flooded her mind, and brilliant light bloomed in her beautiful phoenix eyes.
Brother—he was waiting for me.
Following the stream of passengers getting off, she squeezed her way down from the bus, stumbling slightly.
Her steps were still unsteady.
Just then, a warm hand firmly supported her shoulder.
His fingertips lightly brushed over the strands of hair the wind had tousled.
"Little sister, aren't you cold? You're wearing too little."
"N-No, I'm not cold." Qian Lele shook her head. Her hands instinctively tightened around her canvas bag, and she lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushing. "Thank you for coming to pick me up, Brother. Sorry to trouble you."
The December night in Yancheng was bitterly cold.
The temperature had already dropped below zero.
For the sake of looking pretty, she had deliberately skipped wearing a down jacket, draping herself only in that off-white duffle coat.
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