Hold her hand?
Should I hold her hand, or not? There’s still some distance before we get there, but if I don’t, I’ll feel a bit unwilling... Even as a Peerless Martial Artist with unwavering resolve, Andrew Han still found himself conflicted.
While hesitating, the two of them walked over to the passenger side of the car.
"Andrew?"
The girl looked at him, puzzled, not understanding why Andrew was standing with her beside the passenger door.
"Haha."
Andrew snapped out of it, circled to the front of the car, and got into the driver’s seat. "Let’s go!"
......
Greenfield City was especially lively today.
Pedestrians crowded the streets, especially vendors selling apples and roses—they were everywhere.
First, they ordered a spicy crab pot, then watched a movie of uncertain genre. It seemed like they had endless things to talk about, and instead of awkwardness, a sweet undertone filled the air.
They set out at noon, and now it was already afternoon.
What should have been a long day seemed to fly by, until the girl suggested heading back to the dorm to study for finals. Only then did they return to Southland University.
......
In front of the girls’ dormitory at the university.
"I’m heading back now."
Monica Zhang blinked her beautiful eyes, clearly delighted.
She felt things were going well—natural, unforced. Monica didn’t like public declarations; for her, true romance belonged to just the two of them.
Like today’s little world for just the two of them.
Her cheeks were rosy, her smile gentle, as she gazed at Andrew.