Lu Xiao watched as the curtains were suddenly drawn shut, and he stopped in his tracks.
In the cool morning air, his fingers unconsciously tightened around the meal box he was carrying.
The handle of the meal box pressed into his palm. Inside were millet porridge, coarse grain steamed buns, and a small portion of pickled vegetables from the mess hall, still faintly warm.
He stood in the courtyard, the morning light outlining his tall, straight figure.
Everything from last night was both clear and hazy, like an overly realistic dream.
Now, the tightly closed curtains blocked his view, magnifying his sense of awkward helplessness.
Lu Xiao put a hand to his lips, cleared his throat, and walked into the house. "Tangtang? I brought back breakfast. Get dressed and come eat."
Behind the curtains, Su Tang leaned against the wall, her heart pounding. The heat in her cheeks hadn't faded in the slightest.
