Leaving the mall, Lin Zhou's house was less than two kilometers away, and it took less than five minutes to arrive downstairs.
Tian Xin once again saw the farm produce market where they met for the first time, and couldn't help but smile.
This was the second time coming to Lin Zhou's house. Her mood was completely different from last time; the closer she got, the more nervous she felt.
Her heart rose to her throat again, and she suddenly felt a more intense "nervous before reaching home" sensation, with a mix of anticipation and a desire to quickly escape.
With these complex emotions in play, the two quickly arrived at the door.
Lin Zhou didn't knock but directly opened the door with a key from outside. It was his habit.
"Hey, wait—"
Suddenly, Tian Xin grabbed his hand, saying, "Wait, I..."
Her face was full of awkwardness, and the hand holding Lin Zhou's trembled slightly.
