She tried to look at him to tell him that she was not but she did not have the guts to even look at him. After two long minutes, she looked at his straight hair which fell at his eyes covering his forehead while others were messy because of the cold wind which was blowing while they were arranging the things in the car.
Being stuffed up like a panda, Chrystal Zhu did not feel much cold but he just wore his formal outfit and he did not cover himself that well like wearing layers and layers of clothing like her. Chrystal Zhu could hardly imagine herself being like that.
The first thought that crossed her mind was to fiddle with his hair and then arrange them back neatly with her hands when her eyes were settled on his hair. She reached out her hands to touch them but knowing that her hand would not reach his hair, she pulled it back halfway.
