It was evening by the time AiLin and the delinquent had gone back to the bus that would drive them back to the nearest station of AiLin's house. The delinquent had sat near the window while AiLin sat beside him, staring at the seashell that she had taken for herself, the one that looked so similar to his eyes. As she clutched to it, the breeze lulled her to sleep. Her eyes were closed by the time she knew it, her sleepiness overtook her. The delinquent was surprised when he felt her weigh leaning over him and turned to see her head that had powerlessly leaned on his shoulders.