Chapter 2260 - 725: Tang Song, Good Night

She could clearly smell the scent on him.

She could feel the subtle contact between his leg and hers, and the steady warmth emanating from his palm.

She finally couldn’t resist, secretly turning her head, quickly glancing at his profile from the corner of her eye.

He happened to turn his head at that moment as well, their deep gazes meeting in the air.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her head towards the window, pretending to look at the scenery seriously.

But her clear, crystalline ears were already flushed red.

Tang Song chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking her palm, his gaze also turning towards the window.

Afternoon, serene, slowly.

A moment of disorder and haste.

...

After changing buses once, over half an hour later, they finally got off in front of the east gate of Yan City Agricultural University.

Standing in front of the stone monument engraved with the gilded name of the school, Zhang Yan exhaled a long breath of white air.

Returning to the land that carried four years of her youthful memories, the shyness and restraint on her face gradually faded away unconsciously, replaced by a sense of relaxation and intimacy.

"This way."

She pointed, leading him with familiarity through the side gate into the campus.

The winter campus exuded a kind of desolate yet serene beauty.

Bare plane tree branches intertwined.

The main road was wide and clean, flanked by slightly old red-brick academic and dormitory buildings.

Occasionally, a few students passed by them on bicycles or e-bikes, with the "ding-ling-ling" of bells.

The air was filled with an aroma infused with the scent of books and youthful vigor.

"Over there, that’s where I used to have most of my major classes, the No. 3 teaching building."

She pointed to an old building covered with dried vines not far away, her voice tinged with a trace of excitement.

"And over there, the No. 3 Women’s Dormitory, I stayed in a room at the far east end on the second floor."

As they walked through the campus,

Zhang Yan began to speak more, even initiating introductions to Tang Song

From which canteen window had the best dishes to which spot in the library was the quietest; from which teacher’s classes were the most interesting to the chubby stray cat in the school that all students fed...

She spoke incessantly, her voice crisp, her face glowing with a vivid charm.

Tang Song didn’t interrupt, just quietly listened and watched.

He felt as if he, too, was accompanying her, returning to her university days.

Unconsciously, they found themselves walking down a small path lined with tall trees on both sides.

The westward-setting sun finally peeked through the heavy clouds, its golden afterglow filtering through the bare branches, showering down.

The sunlight enveloped the girl’s profile, which had a faint smile, as the gentle breeze caressed her soft chestnut collarbone-length hair.

"Zhang Yan." He suddenly halted, calling her softly.

Zhang Yan turned around, looking at him with some confusion, "Wh-what’s the matter?"

In her clear apricot eyes, excitement yet to fade shimmered with an unguarded innocence.

Tang Song didn’t reply, just smiled, raising his phone, turning on the camera, and aiming the lens at her.

Zhang Yan’s expression froze slightly, immediately understanding what he wanted to do.

She raised her hand, hurriedly smoothing out her hair that had been tousled by the wind.

Then, standing straight, not knowing where to put her hands, she awkwardly stuffed them into the wide pockets of her pure white down jacket.

She looked at his lens, her eyes filled with unhidden tension and shyness.

"Click—"

The moment was frozen.

...

The sky gradually dimmed, lights flickering on in the teaching buildings.

Students just out of class laughingly poured out from the hallways, briefly bringing some commotion to the quiet campus.

Tang Song held Zhang Yan’s hand, going against the stream of people, leading her for a stroll along the empty corridors, listening to her softly narrate the stories here.

Later, he led her casually into a lecture hall, blending into an inconsequential elective class.

Their presence, particularly Tang Song’s striking appearance and demeanor, immediately caused a stir among the students.

Girls in the front rows started frequently turning their heads, pretending to check the time or pick up things, but were actually secretly glancing at him with their bright eyes.

Soft whispers spread quietly through the classroom like a breeze rustling through a wheat field.

Soon, a bold girl took out her phone, pretending to take a selfie, but actually surreptitiously aiming the lens towards the back row.

In the midst of it all, Zhang Yan wished she could hide herself completely, yet inside felt a strange happiness and joy.

An hour passed quickly.

Exiting the teaching building, night had fully fallen.

The streetlights on campus emitted a dim yellow glow, stretching their shadows prolonged on the ground.

Zhang Yan took him to eat the best hot pot potato noodles at the canteen.

A rich white broth, chewy potato noodles, with golden soybean skin, green vegetables, and quail eggs, topped with a generous scoop of the shop’s special bright red chili oil...

Spicy, fragrant, making one feel warm all over on a cold winter night.

After a delicious warm dinner, the two ventured back into the cold winter night.

They took a bus to a nearby large shopping mall.

Tang Song directly took her into Huawei’s flagship store, bought her the latest Huawei Mate 60, along with matching noise-cancelling headphones and a tablet.

He personally helped transfer those precious data from her old phone to the new one gradually.

Zhang Yan obediently accepted his kindness and gifts, not refusing.