Chapter 23 On the Way (1/2)

Zhao Yuanyuan had probably reached her destination. Carrying her Dacron cloth bundle, she practically fled, squeezing off the bus without looking back.

That figure from behind looked rather disheveled, as if fleeing in panic.

No sooner had Zhao Yuanyuan left than a figure squeezed through the car door.

She was a short girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

She was wearing a brand new blue dress with small white floral embellishments on the collar and cuffs, and a pair of polished leather shoes.

In this generally drab era, she stood out for her refined taste.

She carried a brand-new leather suitcase, had a small oval face, and large, round eyes with clear black and white pupils, exuding a naive and innocent charm.

At this moment, she was looking around the carriage with a mixture of curiosity and timidity.

Perhaps because the empty seats on Ruan Tang's side were more conspicuous, the girl walked straight over and sat down in the seat that Zhao Yuanyuan had sat in before, which was next to Chen Siming.

As soon as she sat down, the girl turned her gaze to Chen Siming across from her.

Chen Siming was looking down at a slightly yellowed copy of the magazine "Red Flag" when he noticed the gaze and looked up somewhat uncomfortably.

The girl had crescent-shaped eyes and a sweet, soft voice with the distinctive gentleness of a southern accent.

"Hello comrade, what's your name?"

Chen Siming was a shy person to begin with, and when this pretty young girl spoke to him, his cheeks turned red instantly, faster than a boiled shrimp.

He hurriedly adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and stammered, "Hello, my name is Chen Siming, Si as in thinking and Ming as in understanding."

"Comrade Chen Siming, what a lovely name!"

The girl giggled, and her round eyes seemed to shine even brighter.

"Comrade Chen, could you please switch seats with my fiancé?"

"He's sitting over there by the window, a bit far away. I'd like to sit next to him and talk to him."

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender finger and pointed to a window seat diagonally ahead in the aisle.

There sat a boy wearing a clean white shirt.

He neatly buttoned his sleeves to his wrists, turning his head to look at the scenery rushing past the window, seemingly indifferent to everything inside the carriage.

Even just a side profile reveals his upright frame, broad shoulders, and straight back.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a soft glow on him. Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his jawline was clear and distinct, giving him an aura of cold indifference that kept strangers at bay.

Chen Siming looked in the direction she was pointing, and the little pink bubble that had just appeared in his heart, which he thought was a stroke of good luck in love, burst with a "pop".

It turns out she was already taken, or she was trying to steal his place.

He glanced back at the boy in the white shirt, but the boy didn't even look in his direction, seemingly indifferent to the seat change and leaving it entirely to his fiancée's discretion.

Chen Siming felt a little uncomfortable, but he stubbornly refused to move, continuing to look down at his magazine and pretending not to hear.

The commotion here wasn't too loud or too soft, but Ruan Tang, who was always listening intently, heard it all clearly.

A sense of curiosity arose in her heart, and she couldn't help but peek over there to see who this legendary "fiancé" really was.

She had barely turned her head to the side when—before she could even get a clear look at the boy in the white shirt's face—

The light in front of me suddenly dimmed.

Yan Yu's tall figure had turned slightly to the side at some point, completely blocking her view.

Ruan Tang was taken aback.

She subconsciously looked up and met Yan Yu's deep eyes.

His eyes were a little cold.

It was like a frozen lake in the dead of winter, with a chill emanating from it.