The next morning, Chen Yansen, dressed and ready, went downstairs to the restaurant.
As soon as he entered, he saw Song Yuncheng sitting alone by the window, holding half a fried dough stick. A bowl of soft tofu pudding sat in front of her, and her suitcase was by her feet.
She wasn't wearing yesterday's white blazer. Instead, she had on that patched pink down jacket. Her fluffy hair was tied up in a high ponytail, revealing a clear forehead.
Chen Yansen casually grabbed some breakfast and walked over with his tray.
"So early. What time is your train?" Chen Yansen asked softly as he sat down.
"9:30." Song Yuncheng glanced up at him, making up a train time on the spot.
"What time does it get to Lucheng?" Chen Yansen asked again.
"I... I didn't check." Song Yuncheng hadn't even bought a ticket, so how would she know the arrival time? She could only lower her head to avoid his gaze.
