The metro 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 warmed 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 handsome 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 mere few hundred meters took them more than ten minutes to walk.
