"Your place is here."
Jiang Siming broke the silence.
After they left the subway station, Wang Xiaoyu had not said a word. Clearly, she knew she was almost home, that the dream should end, and that Jiang Siming should leave.
"Mm." Wang Xiaoyu nodded gloomily.
Jiang Siming smiled. "Then I'll head back?"
Wang Xiaoyu suddenly looked up and tried to stop him in a panic. "You rode the subway with me for so long without even having a sip of water. Do you want to come upstairs and have some?"
Wang Xiaoyu had thought Jiang Siming would refuse, but she never expected him to agree.
"Now that you mention it, I really am a little thirsty. Ahem." Jiang Siming even coughed a few times to show that his throat really was dry.
Wang Xiaoyu brightened. "Then I'll take you upstairs. I'll pour you a glass of water."
Jiang Siming nodded. Wang Xiaoyu took his hand and walked into the residential compound. Only then did she realize that neither of them had let go of the other's hand.
That made her even more reluctant to let Jiang Siming leave. She would have been happy even if he stayed only long enough to drink some water.
Wang Xiaoyu led Jiang Siming into the apartment where she lived. It was a very ordinary urban apartment with decent conditions, complete with an elevator and the like.
They rode the elevator all the way to the eighth floor. Room 805 was where Wang Xiaoyu lived.
After opening the door, Jiang Siming saw a clean, fragrant one-bedroom apartment with a spacious living area.
The place had been tidied spotless, but Jiang Siming found something strange. He could smell two different fragrances in the room.
One belonged to Wang Xiaoyu. The other felt both unfamiliar and familiar,