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Suddenly, the book in her arms was pulled away, leaving Yao Nian unsure of where to place her hands. Her gaze flickered, and after a long moment, she couldn’t muster a single word. She felt a light weight on her head as if a hand had gently covered it.
“Uncle, let’s go eat,” she said.
Yao Nian stood still, “Is it a welcome dinner? But I’ve been in Shanghai for almost three months now.”
“Do you still remember?”
Was Shen Du blaming himself for not reaching out to her?
The two walked side by side toward the faculty parking lot. The evening breeze stirred up a flurry of fallen leaves, carrying with it a hint of coolness. Yao Nian wore a chunky knit sweater; during the day, it hadn’t felt cold, but now that the wind was blowing in, she rubbed her arms and couldn’t help but sneeze.
Shen Du paused for a moment and handed her his jacket. “Put this on.”
Yao Nian instinctively refused, “No need, we’ll be there soon.”
Before she could finish her sentence, the jacket—infused with his scent—draped over her shoulders. The gesture was slightly intimate, yet Shen Du executed it so naturally that it left no room for speculation.
The lecture had just ended not long ago, and most of the students passing by were freshly emerged from the auditorium. Yao Nian could clearly feel more eyes on her now. Occasionally, one or two bold students would call out “Shen Lu” as they walked past, and Shen Du would respond with a polite smile.
Yao Nian quietly slowed her pace to follow him from behind.
The ride was silent. Once they reached the parking lot and got into the car, Shen Du didn’t rush to start the engine. Instead, he lightly tapped his fingers against the window, his gaze contemplative.
“Let’s talk?”
Yao Nian paused as she fastened her seatbelt. “About what?”
“What happened? I called you twice and you didn’t answer.”
Shen Du sensed that the girl seemed different; she spoke less and avoided discussing the issues raised during the lecture, which only fueled his curiosity further.
Yao Nian remained silent, focusing on fiddling with the buckle of her seatbelt. She had no idea what to say.
"Are you in a relationship? Why didn't you tell me?"
For this unusual state of Yao Nian, Shen Du could only think of one reason. He stared at her with dark, piercing eyes for two seconds before slowly speaking, "Are you in love?"
Yao Nian's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning.
Seeing her reaction only confirmed Shen Du's suspicion. He started the car, wondering which boy was so blind.
This was the first time Yao Nian had ever heard those three words.
A surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside her, and she replied stiffly, "You're right; it really is a lack of insight!"
Shen Du chuckled and turned on the indicator light. "What do you want to eat?"
Without hesitation, she answered, "Hot pot."
"Alright."
Shen Du took her to a hot pot restaurant that looked very lively. The decor was traditional, with a signboard at the entrance and a courtyard made of gray tiles, adorned with a large red character for "fortune" and Chinese knots.
As soon as Yao Nian stepped onto the threshold, she was greeted by the spicy aroma of freshly cooked broth, causing her stomach to rumble hungrily.
The waiter asked if they wanted a private room or an outdoor table. The thought of being in a confined space facing him made Yao Nian choose the courtyard without hesitation. At least in a noisy environment, she wouldn't feel so tense when facing him.
However, when it came to ordering, there was a disagreement. Shen Du insisted on ordering a clear beef bone broth base, arguing that her stomach couldn't handle spicy food for now. Yao Nian believed that eating hot pot without spice was simply a waste.
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