Chapter 20 Hawthorn Cake (2/2)

Ruan Tang blinked as she watched the man's fluid movements, but ultimately did not refuse.

She picked up her water glass, took a sip, and said something in a voice barely audible.

"……Thanks."

After saying that, she quickly looked away, but a light blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

She held the enamel mug, which had been refilled, and the clear water reflected her delicate chin and beautiful eyes.

He took a small, symbolic sip.

This time, the spiritual root within his body remained quiet, without the previous excitement.

really……

The key point is that brief touch of fingertips just now?

Ruan Tang's gaze drifted subtly to the opposite side again, her mind filled with doubts.

Who exactly is this man?

She quietly released a wisp of her divine sense, trying to investigate, but found that the other person seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not see clearly.

Just as Ruan Tang was pondering to herself, intently observing the man opposite her with an astonishingly bright gaze using her divine sense—

Suddenly, a soft, weak voice came from beside them, like a feather, abruptly breaking the strange atmosphere between the two.

"Um... Comrade... could you... could I have a piece of hawthorn cake?"

"I... I also get a little carsick..."

The voice was broken and hesitant, carrying a clear lack of confidence and timidity.

Ruan Tang's thoughts were interrupted, and she looked in the direction of the sound, somewhat bewildered.

It was the girl with two braids sitting by the aisle.

She was wearing a faded floral shirt, and was slightly hunched over, one hand covering her chest, her eyes looking timidly in this direction, or more precisely, at Yan Yu.

Seeing Ruan Tang looking over, the girl seemed encouraged, raising her voice slightly, but still in a cautious tone:

"Comrade, I...I'm really feeling a bit unwell..."

Ruan Tang then realized that the girl was talking to the man opposite her.

She subconsciously glanced at Yan Yu again.

However, the man remained in the same position, leaning back in his chair, his eyes fixed intently and passionately on him.

It was as if everything around him was irrelevant.

The metallic scraping of the train's connecting passage, the laughter and chatter of my neighbor, even this plea that was so close yet trembling with tears...

His intense, fixed gaze didn't even flinch.

He remained silent.

It was as if, from the moment this box of hawthorn cakes was handed to her, it became her property.

How to handle it is entirely up to her.

Ruan Tang's heart stirred slightly.

Her little bit of possessiveness about food was instantly aroused.

What's more, this hawthorn cake was specially brought out for her by this man.

It was a thoughtful gesture that belonged only to her.

She herself hadn't even been willing to eat a second piece.

Why should it be allocated to a complete stranger?

Ruan Tang turned her head to the side, the ends of her jet-black braids gently brushing against her shoulder.

She looked at the girl with expectant eyes, her clear, bright almond-shaped eyes showing no hesitation whatsoever.

Her rosy lips parted slightly, uttering three words.

Her soft, clear voice carried an unwavering determination.

"Can't."

These words were spoken crisply and decisively, without any hesitation.

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