"Here, take this!" Leng Tou threw a bunch of keys over.
Tang Yu looked at the key to Xiao Jing's dormitory door in his hand and hesitated for a moment. Then he shook his head, put it back on the coffee table, and ran out.
...
Tang Yu's heart pounded like a drum as he sprinted to Leng Jing's front door.
It wasn't until he saw the sleeping figure through the window that his heart settled back into place.
Panting, Tang Yu stood under the eaves, foolishly gazing at the person inside the room. He watched her for what felt like an eternity; only by watching her did he feel at peace.
He didn't knock. Instead, he wiped his sweat and sat down on the doorstep.
He waited like that for a whole day.
By the time Leng Jing opened the door, night had already fallen.
She was wearing loose loungewear, one hand holding a trash bag, the other clutching her purse, ready to head to the supermarket.
