Yan Rusheng's icy-looking eyes swept past the train officer.
The middle-aged lady originally had her eyes on his face, but the moment she saw him glaring at her, terror struck. She immediately diverted her eyes.
"There."
Xuxu's sleepy voice echoed. It was soft and gentle. Her voice was enough to stir his heart and it made it pound faster.
He turned around, and Xuxu was holding her ticket towards the train officer. She sleepily rubbed her eyes with another hand, looking half-asleep.
It seemed like God had removed the veil that had covered his eyes. Finally, he could see how wonderful and perfect Xuxu was in his eyes. He wasn't able to stop and extricate himself from feeling like this.
He clenched the bedsheets and resisted an overwhelming urge to embrace her.
"Sir, your ticket."
