Evening class dismissal.
As winter approaches, the chill of the night grows stronger. At this time, there might have been a few scattered pedestrians on the river dam, but now they have all disappeared.
Xue Yuantong sat on the back seat of the electric bicycle, her small body pressed against Jiang Ning, feeling his warmth and fresh scent.
An empty, desolate field, with a straight asphalt road leading towards the dark east. Between heaven and earth, there were only the two of them.
Xue Yuantong felt not a trace of fear, only complete peace of mind.
At one moment, she fantasized: 'How great it would be if it could stay like this.'
Now she was so close to Jiang Ning, if she scooted forward a bit, she could touch him. Raising her hand, she could pinch his ear. As long as she called Jiang Ning, he would respond to her.
