On the way back, the sky had already darkened. She insisted on walking home, and he didn't oppose her. It was clear that he was in a good mood today.
The cold, biting snow night had two figures slowly walking through the snow. Several times, he tried to hold her hand, but she avoided him each time. She had a small, stubborn belief: once hands were held, they shouldn't be easily let go.
And since they were bound to part ways, it seemed better not to hold hands at all.
After dodging his hand for the nth time, a slight displeasure appeared on his handsome face. She quickly searched for another topic to divert the awkward tension.
"Today was really rare, seeing Vice President Wilson smile like that..."
What happened at the orphanage today had completely surprised her. She had expected that, given his nature, he would either stand there with an air of superiority, waiting for the children to worship him, or remain cold and distant, ignoring everyone.
