She could feel all of it.
But she didn't know if it was affection, pity, or just a sense of responsibility.
She didn't dare to ask.
Jiang Silu saw her expression and didn't press the matter.
She stood up and made an excuse. "I'll go see where my brother is in line."
With that, she scurried off.
She ran over and saw Jiang Sifan standing in the middle of the line, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
The north wind howled, and his ears were red from the cold.
"Brother, are you cold?" Jiang Silu asked.
Jiang Sifan feigned composure and shook his head. "I'm not cold. Take Wen Wan inside to sit down, it's cold out here."
"Brother, I think Sister Wen Wan really likes you," Jiang Silu said suddenly, looking at him.
Jiang Sifan froze for a moment, then turned to look at her. "What did you say?"
Jiang Silu started laughing. "I said, I think Sister Wen Wan really likes you. Can't you tell?"
Jiang Sifan stammered.
'Of course, he could tell.'
