Han Xu pressed his lips together and slowly said, "...I understand."
Shen Huoshui rubbed her brow. "I'm sorry... I'm just not used to it. I really hate the feeling of being constrained."
Even if it was for her protection, it made her feel suffocated.
But Han Xu suddenly cracked a grin. He curled a finger and brushed it against her straight nose. "Okay, okay. You don't have to see me off. Hurry to the bus station. It's a quarter past five; your bus will be here any minute."
"..." Shen Huoshui's lips parted. For a moment, it seemed she wanted to say something, but in the end, she swallowed her words. Taking her schoolbag, she turned and left without a sound.
She didn't see the look in the young man's eyes after she left. They were deep and pitch-black, a faint red glint flickering in their depths—a light that seemed stained with blood, carrying a startling, terrifying madness.
