Passing by a market, Shutong couldn’t resist stopping and buying a bag of her favorite sweet potatoes.
However, she regretted it after buying it.
Five pounds of sweet potatoes were too heavy for her. She stopped after walking only a few steps, and Fan Yue’s figure had long since disappeared from sight.
“Well, never mind him then… Let’s go home first.” Shutong muttered to herself, putting down the net bag containing sweet potatoes and resting by the roadside with her hands on her hips.
A little while later, just as she was about to head back to catch the bus, a tall figure blocked her way.
Fan Yue stood there with his hands in his coat pockets, looking at her with droopy eyelids.
Shutong hadn’t done anything wrong, but being stared at silently by him made her feel like she’d done something to betray him.
She couldn’t help but explain, “I can’t carry it all. I need to go home…”
Fan Yue remained expressionless, reached out, and snatched the sweet potato bag. Then he turned around and continued walking forward.
Shutong blinked and quickly followed. Um…he’d give the sweet potatoes back, right?
The cold wind was howling, and the weather was particularly gloomy, as if it might snow at any moment. Shutong stuffed her hands into her pockets, looking at Fan Yue’s bleeding hands carrying the sweet potato net bag, which was a little frightening.
She looked up at Fan Yue’s profile.
He had already put his hood up, and from her angle, all she could see was his sharply defined chin and tightly pursed thin lips.
His bangs, disheveled by the wind, were pressed down by the brim of his hat, concealing his dark eyebrows and eyes.
But Shutong could feel his gaze.
She reached out and grabbed one of his sleeves. She took out a warm handkerchief from her pocket, wrapped it twice around his exposed, injured right hand, and then gently tied a bow.
Fan Yue looked down quietly, his thin lips moving a few times, but he didn’t utter a single word.
His right hand, which was almost numb from the cold, was warmed by the handkerchief, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Fan Yue continued walking forward, slowing his pace so that the snow doll behind him wouldn’t have to struggle to keep up.
When he was in a bad mood, he liked to be alone.
Today was an exception.
But he couldn’t compare to a bag of sweet potatoes.
After boarding the bus, Fan Yue put in his coin. As Shutong was about to do the same, he said coldly, “Idiot, you don’t need to.”
The driver chuckled and nodded.
Shutong suddenly realized that she was developing slowly and wasn’t even a meter tall yet…
Weren’t all the coins she’d put in a waste?
Shutong felt a pang of regret and followed Fan Yue to the back.
There was only one seat left in the car, but Fan Yue didn’t offer her a seat and sat down directly.
Shutong stood beside him, glaring at him with her big, dark eyes, silently condemning him.
Fan Yue placed the bag of sweet potatoes at his feet, reached out his arm to her, and scooped her up onto his lap.
Shutong: “???”
Fan Yue let her sit on his long lap, looking down at her with disdain: “You expect me to give you my seat?”
Shutong: “…I wouldn’t dare.”
So Shutong sat on Fan Yue’s lap. At first, she felt reserved and cautious, but after two stops, she even started to adjust her position to make herself comfortable. She leaned her head against the boy’s chest and started to doze off.
Fan Yue: “…”
Shutong slept so well in the bus that she didn’t know how long she had slept. But when she woke up, she and Fan Yue were still in the car. The streetlights were already on outside, and it was snowing.
“Where are we?” Shutong rubbed her eyes and stretched.
Just then, the bus stopped, and Fan Yue picked her up and got off the bus.
Shutong looked bewildered when she saw the bus stop sign; they had ridden from the starting station to the terminal station.
Watching the bus drive away, Shutong suddenly remembered something, patted Fan Yue on the shoulder, and shouted, “My sweet potato! My sweet potato! Fan Yue, hurry and chase after it!”
Fan Yue bent down and put her down, looking at her as if she were an idiot: “You go.”
Shutong looked at her broken leg, and her eyes gradually reddened.
Fan Yue’s lips twitched, and finally, he managed to squeeze out, “I’ll compensate you.”
Shutong’s gaze followed the direction the bus had gone, her eyes already glistening with tears, but this was all she could do now.
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