Xu Xiangyang and Lin Xingjie stood waiting in place for a while. The line in front of the window was still very long, teeming with people, as if it had never shortened at all.
So, they simply left the line and stood waiting silently in a corner where there were no people.
Lin Xingjie hugged her arms and stared blankly at the eaves, while Xu Xiangyang turned his gaze toward the square. There hung a gigantic clock.
The hands moved in sync with his breaths and his heartbeat, unhurriedly moving across the face of the clock, time ticking away second by second.
At first, he could wait patiently, but later he became like ants on a hot pan, pacing restlessly within a small circular area, and then began to consider whether he should simply enter the station and look for the platoon leader.
...There was no helping it, he kept saying "trust her, trust her" to himself, but when it really came down to it, he couldn't let go, and his mind was easily filled with all sorts of wild thoughts.
