The tro station was brightly lit.
The empty hall was left with only scattered footsteps and the distant rumble of the train arriving.
Passing through the security check area, they arrived at the turnstile.
Tang Song stopped, his right hand still holding her left hand.
The initial coolness of Zhang Yan’s hand had long been ward by him, even slightly overheated, like carrying a small heater.
He looked down at Zhang Yan.
Her face was flushed, her lips tightly shut, her head lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a small, quiet shadow under her eyes.
"Here we are, I have to go." Tang Song’s voice broke the silence.
"Oh, oh..." Zhang Yan replied subconsciously.
Her gaze slowly moved up, lingering on that handso face for less than half a second, then quickly dropped like a startled fawn.
The corner of her eye unconsciously fell on their clasped hands again.
From the crossing to here, a re few hundred ters took them more than ten minutes to walk.
Every step, every second, she felt like there was a faint current transmitting through her palm, coursing through her whole body.
That unprecedented sense of reality kept her mind in a blank state.
Is this a dream?
But such a scene, even in her boldest dreams, she never dared to imagine.
Ti seed to freeze at this mont.
The tro station was sparsely populated, and they just stood there, quietly holding hands in front of the turnstile.
It took a while.
Tang Song finally slowly released her hand; that warm touch suddenly vanished, leaving Zhang Yan’s heart empty for a mont.
"Get so rest, tomorrow’s Saturday; I’ll co find you early," he said.
"Okay." Zhang Yan responded in a low voice, genuinely not knowing what to say and also not daring to say much.
Tang Song smiled and waved at her, took out his phone, and swiped his card to enter the station.
The turnstile gate clicked open and closed.
The sound of hard-soled shoes tapping on the ground made a crisp "da-da" noise.
Only then did Zhang Yan have the courage to fully raise her head and dazedly watch his departing figure.
Just like in countless days and nights in the past, silently watching his figure gradually fade away.
A reunion after more than two years.
His changes were huge, unfamiliar, yet at this mont, familiar.
At this mont, the already distant figure suddenly paused.
He turned his head, looking at her across the distance.
Their gaze t in the air.
Zhang Yan felt like a student caught cheating by the teacher, suddenly flustered and lowered her head.
Her hands clenched tightly in front of her, her heart pounding fiercely.
Tang Song, however, turned around and walked back to the turnstile, looking at her.
"When I get to the hotel, I’ll ssage you," his voice was clear and warm, "When you get ho, send a ssage too."
"Okay."
"Be careful on your way back, keep your eyes on the road."
"Okay."
"See you tomorrow."
Zhang Yan’s eyes trembled intensely, her lips moved, silently also responding: "See you tomorrow."
Only then did Tang Song truly turn around and walk deep into the tro station.
Until his figure completely disappeared around the corner.
Zhang Yan remained standing there until the rumbling sound of the train arriving and the sparse crowd reappeared, she finally snapped out of it.
She followed the scattered people, her steps drifting, walking outside.
Through the dimly lit streets, through the humid night wind.
...
"Bang—click—"
The old burglar-proof door was forcefully shut.
"ow~ ow~" Orange appeared from nowhere, rubbing its head affectionately against her ankle, seemingly perplexed as to why its owner was standing in the doorway in a daze.
"Orange..."
Zhang Yan murmured to herself, then suddenly raised her hand and pinched her arm hard.
A clear pain spread.
Not a dream!
This was all not a dream!
Recalling the night’s events, from him appearing downstairs holding Orange, to them watching comics side by side, and then... the blistering hand-holding at the crossing.
She covered her burning cheeks vigorously, leaning weakly against the cold wall, feeling almost faint.
"How could this be... how could this be... what’s going on..."
She murmured to herself in disbelief.
No matter how much she tried to escape internally, she realized that Tang Song had truly seen her ssage on QQ.
He knew all her secrets over these years.
Moreover, he knew where she lived.
That’s why, upon seeing the WeChat ssage, he could find her accurately and quickly.
He had actually co to Yang City.
How did he beco like this?
Countless questions, enormous sha, and that deep-rooted inferiority suddenly flooded in.
But in the end, all emotions were frozen at the scene of him holding her hand while crossing the street.
Zhang Yan bit down hard on her lower lip, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing against her pant seam.
After a mont, it was as if she rembered sothing.
She hurriedly took out her phone from her pocket and opened Tang Song’s chat box.
Her gaze first fell on the photo of the letter she had sent, and she whispered "sorry, sorry" with embarrassnt before daring to open the input box.
Cautiously tapping the screen, she left a ssage: "I got ho."
After sending the ssage, it was as if all her strength was used up; she slowly sat against the wall on the ground, breathing intensely.
Then, the belated, huge joy finally broke free from the shackles of sha and inferiority, flooding her like a rising tide.
She had fantasized countless tis about not only reuniting with him but also... being able to talk to him in her true na like now. Even if it’s just a simple, most ordinary greeting.
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