After kissing in Quiet Alley that night, Xu Si didn't say a word, like a tightly-lipped prisoner of war—calm, smart, and playing dumb when questioned.
Pei Zhen didn't press her, just contentedly gazed at her, propping his chin.
The crowd was so dense that they couldn't leave for the time being.
Xu Si simply took out a tissue and sat in the black car. Facing the passenger-side rearview mirror, she wiped the excess red from the corner of her lips, subconsciously holding her breath as she pondered the meaning of his recent words.
Did she love Pei Zhen?
Fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on her, but she couldn't bring herself to smile at all.
...
「After a long half hour.」
She felt a little drowsy; her sleepiness arriving so punctually sometimes proved to be a nuisance. She looked away from the mirror, tugged at the corner of her red lips, and was about to say something when suddenly someone lightly knocked on the car window.
Xu Si looked up.
