"Big sister, can I see you again?"
Lu Qingyan paused mid-step, and slowly looked over her shoulder.
Han Jinji was looking up at her again, hopeful. And behind him, Wang Jingyuan gave her a look that clearly said, 'You've made a new problem for yourself.'
She smiled sheepishly.
"…We'll see."
After Lu Qingyan left, the sun seemed to follow her. The hallway grew a little dimmer, a little quieter—except for the erratic thumping of Han Jinji's heart.
Han Jinji fiddled nervously with the sleeves of his hoodie, the gears in his small head turning at full speed. His face scrunched up like he was trying to remember the capital of Mongolia during a math quiz
"Big Brother…" he finally mumbled, reaching out to tug on Wang Jingyuan's sleeve like a guilt-ridden puppy.
Wang Jingyuan had that signature blank expression—flat, unimpressed, unreadable. He didn't even glance down, just flicked his eyes in Han Jinji's direction.
