"Knock, knock,"
Yu Yue made some noise and then silently entered, carrying a tray of food.
Su Huan didn't intend to speak. She conscientiously tidied up the things on the table and then went behind him to manage his hair.
Actually, his hair didn't need much tending; it was as resilient as steel wire, without a hint of dandruff or dirt. Ordinary scissors couldn't cut it, so Yu Yue patiently used her hands as a comb, threading through his hair, slowly smoothing it out.
"Shu Wei seems troubled."
Yu Yue suddenly said.
"She wants to get off the train."
Yu Yue's hand paused, showing concern. "Why?"
"I don't know."
'Why don't you ask her?' Yu Yue thought helplessly. But if she could actually say that, it wouldn't be Su Huan.
He was like a stubborn child, following a strange set of rules. Even if he really wanted to, he would pretend not to care.
In truth, he cared deeply inside.
He was just accustomed to helping the people he cared about in his own way.
