Chapter 93. Sense of Belonging

I twisted my eyebrow, doubting. I asked, "Your sense of belongingness comes from me?"

He stopped talking and just stared at me.

I couldn't understand him, so I stayed silent.

It was an hour's drive from Greenville to Hempstead. Jordan took the trouble to sit next to me, but she didn't say a word, just quietly looking at the scenery outside the car window with me all the way.

"Dear passengers, we have arrived in Hempstead." The station broadcast rang as the bus stopped.

I got up and reached for the suitcase on the rack. Before I could reach it, the suitcase was taken away by a pair of white, large hands.

It's all dirty clothes and souvenir inside. It was not heavy, but it's also not light.

Jordan's height was about at least half my height. I looked up at him, reached for the box in his hand, and said, "Thank you!"

He held the box in his one hand, while the other hand took my hand. I twisted my eyebrow in shock, instincti