Zhong Lingling, who sees a top-tier handsome man like Xiang Yimo day after day, naturally feels no ripples in her heart when she comes across a man with such an average appearance, and merely nods politely to the fellow passengers in the carriage.
However, the man's expression is icy, utterly disregarding Zhong Lingling's gesture of goodwill.
With a backpack on, he takes a seat opposite Zhong Lingling.
A bit embarrassed, Zhong Lingling averts her gaze from the man's face and turns her head, continuing to stare out the train window.
After all, the carriage is very small, and with Yimo having gone out to buy food, sitting alone inside the carriage with another man feels somewhat odd.
But then again, she thinks, this is just a train ride, which couldn't be more ordinary.
Reassured by this thought, Zhong Lingling relaxes quite a bit. But why is it that as she leans on the table, she can always feel a pair of eyes watching her from above?
