Song Xiaodong laughed loudly and said, "Shouldn't we head back to your place? We can't just stay in this classroom all night, can we?"
"Okay, okay!" Shen Yue agreed repeatedly, her face turning red. Suddenly, she recalled the last time Song Xiaodong spent two days here with her. What an intoxicating evening it had been. These days, almost every night, she would reminisce about that feeling. Her longing for Song Xiaodong was indescribable. If not for her strong commitment to teaching, she would have gone back to find Song Xiaodong by now.
The two of them walked hand in hand out of the school. On the way back to the village committee, they were often greeted warmly by people saying hello to Shen Yue.
Reaching the dormitory where Shen Yue lived, Song Xiaodong held her by the shoulders, carefully examining her face, and said, "You've lost weight and got a bit darker."
Shen Yue touched her cheeks and said nervously, "Am I really darker? Does that mean I don't look good anymore?"
