Tong Tong looked up at him, her mind in turmoil.
The bus was noisy and crowded, making the space feel cramped, irritating, and hot. Camden River hadn't squeezed onto a bus for a long time, felt suffocated, yet still did his best to protect Tong Tong in front of him.
A jolt of the bus was followed by many complaints from the surroundings, and the two of them collided unexpectedly.
Once they collided, they couldn't separate because another group squeezed in from the front door.
The space was too small, Tong Tong found it difficult even to turn around, and since she wasn't tall enough, she let go of the handrail and soon had no way to hold on.
She felt embarrassed and suddenly regretted the suggestion.
Helplessly nestled in his arms, she felt touched, her heart softened, and she wanted to cry.
"Hold onto my clothes."
"Hm?"
Camden River leaned down and whispered, Tong Tong didn't hear clearly, but when she looked up, she met his gaze.
