The warmth in his palm was deeply comforting. It was reminiscent of their student years, their first date. He had mustered all his courage and walked a long way before daring to hold her hand for the first time. He hadn't even dared to tighten his grip, just touching her with his fingertips, which were trembling slightly.
She clearly remembered that night he had invited her to a hot pot dinner. It was the best meal she'd had that semester. She was partial to spicy beef, so they had ordered four or five servings. That one meal had nearly consumed his living expenses for half a month.
The next day, he gave her his dining hall card, recharging it every month. This was how an impoverished student provided for his girlfriend. Even if it was just meals at the cafeteria, it was an unparalleled joy.
