The warm nostalgia.
The girl's consciousness gradually sinks into a peaceful and beautiful slumber.
The bumps and sways of the vehicle, like a lullaby being played.
Cen Dongsheng read his book for a while, then looked down at the sweet face of the girl sleeping in his arms, his lips also involuntarily curved up and never went down again.
He made meticulous movements, careful not to wake her, adjusting their position so that she could lie more comfortably.
...
The leisurely and peaceful time flies by in an instant.
The swaying bus finally comes to a halt, reaching the end of the journey.
The teachers and students on the bus get off one after another; Cen Dongsheng gently shakes his arm to wake up his sister.
"Qingyan, we've arrived."
"Mmm..."
Yi Qingyan slowly opens her eyes, somewhat dazedly locking gazes with the man.
