They left the amusement park and got on a bus.
The bus rumbled along, and the streetlights outside the window swept past one after another.
The bus wasn't crowded. A few passengers were scattered about, all with their heads bowed, looking at their phones.
Wen Wan sat in a window seat, and Jiang Sifan sat next to her.
They held hands, and neither of them spoke.
Her hand was still in his, her palm already sweaty, but she couldn't bear to pull it away.
She looked down at their clasped hands, blushing shyly.
Holding her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm and the fine beads of sweat, Jiang Sifan's heart began to pound.
But, ever the gentleman, he was the one who eventually let go.
'After all, we haven't even defined our relationship. Holding her hand like this... what's the difference between me and a scumbag?'
Wen Wan, for her part, was even more impressed by the fact that he was the one to let go.
She had always found the class president to be very reliable and gentlemanly.
