Half an hour later.
Xu Xiangyang and Lin Xingjie sat side by side on the long bench.
Potted plants blocked their view, people in uniform bustled up and down the corridor, hurrying along, and only occasionally did someone take a rest, sipping hot tea while pausing next to the office, casting curious glances at the few young people scattered in the corridor and hall.
"Would you like some hot water? It's available over there."
Someone walked over, kindly offering.
"Hmm, thank you, uncle, we are fine."
Xu Xiangyang looked up, answering with a smile.
It was only after the person left that the girl beside him slowly lowered her hand, which had been tugging at the corner of her clothes.
Xu Xiangyang sighed inwardly.
The long-haired girl lowered her head, as if dozing off, but her long eyelashes still trembled slightly, and her thin lips were pressed tightly together, revealing her inner discomfort.
He could certainly tell, Lin Xingjie was feeling nervous right now.
