Until he sent her back to the dormitory, Qiao Mo's cheeks still carried a hint of blush.
Even though she maintained a facade of calm, her fair skin betrayed her, unable to hide it.
Fu Nancheng escorted her downstairs. Qiao Mo, clutching her skirt, looked at him uneasily and softly said, "I'm leaving now."
He stuck one hand in his pocket, leaning against the car door: "Okay."
Qiao Mo glanced at him again, sensing some detachment, but still nodded and turned to leave.
Fu Nancheng silently watched her back, saying nothing.
"Qiao Mo."
After Qiao Mo had walked three or four meters away, his voice sounded again behind her.
She turned around and fell into a warm embrace.
"One more hug."
Qiao Mo hesitated, quietly forgetting to react.
Fu Nancheng lowered his eyes, hiding the reluctance within them, wishing he could meld her into his very being.
Numerous passing students turned their heads, glancing over.
Qiao Mo softly said, "Alright, I need to go up."
