No one but the people involved knew about the little incident that occurred in the closet.
After being startled a few times, Qin You didn't actively interlock his fingers with Su Junxin anymore, but only loosely held onto her wrist and followed behind her.
Su Junxin's feelings were also quite complicated. She didn't know whether to laugh or feel embarrassed, thinking that although Qin You was more mature than ordinary people, his real age was undeniable—he was still a nineteen-year-old boy. It was normal for him to feel awkward around someone he likes.
So, she didn't say anything, pretended as if nothing happened, and just focused on the path ahead.
Her reaction, when seen through Qin You's eyes, took on a completely different meaning.
He pursed his lips and stared at the back of Su Junxin's head. Perhaps it was the cover of darkness, but for the first time, his feelings were fully displayed on his face.
Regret, apprehension, and even some unease.
