Tang Song's figure followed the slowly arriving Route 31 bus, moving on the platform.
Outside YJTC at six thirty in the evening was the peak of rush hour.
White-collar workers after work, aunts carrying groceries, students, and delivery riders crisscrossed, the lights flickering on the ground.
Tang Song, dressed in casual winter clothing, stood out like a crane among chickens, attracting mesmerizing and passionate gazes.
"Hiss——"
The bus stopped with a slight jolt by the platform.
He happened to stop at the position of the rear door.
Through a layer of fogged-up window glass, their gazes met in the interplay of light and shadow.
A gentle, handsome smile appeared on his face.
The rear door slid open with a "wah-la".
Cold wind, mixed with vehicle exhaust and the city's breath, poured in.
Qian Lele stared at him, dazed.
A great joy and happiness flooded her mind, and the beautiful phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.
Brother... he is waiting for me.
