Lin Zhihua carried Xue Jiao on his back as he walked in one direction. For over twenty years, he had always been a rational person.
Getting caught in the rain—such a thing would never appear in his dictionary.
But today, because of the girl on his back, he was willing to be drenched.
Only the icy raindrops striking his face made him feel alive.
Lin Zhihua told himself not to be upset. It was perfectly normal for young boys and girls spending every day together to develop a faint, budding affection.
Her feelings for him probably weren’t that deep either—at most, just a hazy emotion born from youth.
He knew this. He understood. Such feelings wouldn’t last.
She was still young. This couldn’t even be called love.
But
He still felt miserable.
The kind of misery that felt like a knife slowly slicing his heart apart.
She lay sobbing on his back, so light in weight, yet Lin Zhihua felt as if he were carrying a mountain, pressing heavily against his chest.
Jiao Jiao
You’ve finally grown up a little, but the first person your eyes saw wasn’t me.
Xue Jiao rested her head against Lin Zhihua’s back, something in her eyes mingling with the rain as it streamed away.
She felt a little heartbroken, but she also knew that she and Yi Tianyu were fundamentally incompatible—he was emotional, impulsive, yet extraordinarily earnest.
She, on the other hand, was rational and restrained, even to the point of being overly cautious.
Drenched in the rain, Xue Jiao let her tears flow freely, allowing this barely-begun romance to fade like a past illness.
At the tail end of high school, she fell sick once.
And then, fully recovered.
Right now, Xue Jiao felt miserable. But years later, when she looked back on this day, she would only smile.
Because she realized—that wasn’t love.
A little sprout of adolescence, made all the more pure and precious because it accompanied our parting.
If, in the years to come, we never meet someone we truly love, this first little sprout buried deep in our memories will be what we miss and cherish the most. Longing for that feeling is like longing for a youth that never ends.
But if, in the years to come, we do meet our true love, we’ll understand—that little sprout, compared to love, is nothing at all.
And love—it had always been by her side.
Lin Zhihua carried Xue Jiao all the way to his apartment, located in the city center. But there was a path along the side of Seventh High that led straight through, and after crossing two streets, they arrived at the back entrance of his building.
His apartment matched his personality—cold, rigid, mechanical, with pale gray walls and European-style decor.
Apart from functional necessities, there was nothing else. The cabinets, the tables—all sharp angles and clean lines.
Everywhere was empty, exuding loneliness and desolation.
It was hard to imagine how he must have felt, sitting alone in this home.
Lin Zhihua set Xue Jiao down on the sofa, then walked to a nearby cabinet and took out a first-aid kit.
He knelt before her, one hand holding her foot.
Xue Jiao’s foot was cold, but Lin Zhihua’s hand was warm.
“Ah—” Startled out of her daze, Xue Jiao gasped—his actions had clearly taken her by surprise.
Lin Zhihua gently removed her shoe, revealing her delicate, pale foot. Rainwater had seeped inside, making her skin appear even whiter.
His gaze darkened. Holding her calf with his left hand, he opened the first-aid kit with his right and took out some medicine.
“I can do it myself,” Xue Jiao said, her voice still hoarse, laced with urgency and embarrassment.Lin Zhihua shook his head, his voice calm. "Let me massage it first. You've sprained your ankle—if we don't, it'll swell."
As he spoke, he took out some medicinal liquid and began gently massaging her ankle.
Xue Jiao flinched slightly from the pain.
She looked down at the man crouched before her. His face was cold, but his eyes were focused, and his movements were as gentle as possible.
His finely tailored suit was soaked from the rain, and after carrying her, the wrinkles were clearly visible, making him look somewhat disheveled.
She had wanted to walk in the rain herself, yet she'd dragged Lin Zhihua into it too.
"I'm sorry... and thank you," Xue Jiao said, her reddened eyes filled with embarrassment, her voice hoarse but earnest as she spoke those six words.
She had lost count of how many times she'd thanked him already.
Guilt and gratitude intertwined, a complex mix of emotions swirling inside her.
This person had always been by her side, helping her.
Back then, saving him had been an accident, but his repayment had far exceeded that.
Lin Zhihua paused his movements and looked up at her.
"Jiao Jiao, have you read The Little Prince ?"
Xue Jiao was taken aback but then nodded.
Of all the books Lin Zhihua had sent her, The Little Prince was the first one she'd read.
"The fox taught the Little Prince what love is. The Little Prince left this world for his rose... Jiao Jiao, do you think the Little Prince truly loved that rose, even though it hurt him?" Lin Zhihua stopped massaging and put away the medicine.
Xue Jiao froze, then shook her head blankly.
Lin Zhihua smiled. "See? You don’t even understand what love is, so why be so upset?"
His gaze was steady as he looked at her. "After reading The Little Prince , did you ever wonder—what if he had chosen the clever fox who was willing to be tamed? How would his life have been then?"
Word by word, Lin Zhihua recited the fox’s line: "If you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world."
He forced a faint smile. "Maybe the Little Prince didn’t love the rose that made him unhappy—maybe he just loved his planet. If, instead of a thorny rose, a peony had appeared on his planet, perhaps he would have loved the peony instead."
"So you see, it wasn’t about the rose. It was about the flower that happened to appear on his planet at just the right time. Jiao Jiao, the heartache you’re feeling now is just a small part of growing up. He isn’t the one who’ll stay by your side in the future, nor is he someone you truly love. Take a step back—you’re just friends. Former classmates."
Lin Zhihua watched Xue Jiao, hoping he could teach her about love—so that the one she would eventually love would be him.
Not that immature rose.
Just friends... former classmates...
Xue Jiao repeated the words silently, her gaze distant.
Lin Zhihua stood up. "Go take a shower now, or you’ll definitely catch a cold."
He guided her to the bathroom, turned on the heater, then fetched a shirt and pointed to the dryer nearby.
"Throw your clothes in after you take them off. Summer clothes will dry in twenty minutes. Wear mine first, then change back once yours are dry. Hurry up and shower—don’t risk getting sick." He paused, holding up the shirt. "It’s new. And washed."
After setting the clothes aside, he turned to leave.
"You go first," Xue Jiao grabbed his sleeve, her eyes worried.The gloom between Lin Zhihua's brows eased slightly. His Jiao Jiao, even at her most distressed, still thought of others first.
"Silly girl, there's another bathroom."
Upon hearing this, Xue Jiao immediately let go, somewhat embarrassed.
Lin Zhihua closed the door behind him and urged, "Go ahead and wash up."
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Xue Jiao stared blankly at the clothes beside her for a moment.
In truth, coming alone to a single man's home was a risky thing to do—something she knew from the education of both her lifetimes.
Yet, she held an extraordinary trust in Lin Zhihua.
She reached out and turned on the hot water.
She should leave as soon as she finished bathing. She had already troubled him enough today.
Thirty minutes later, Xue Jiao opened the door, her hair still damp.
The living room was empty. She glanced around but didn’t see anyone.
Then, a sound came from nearby. She walked closer and saw Lin Zhihua cooking, an apron tied around his waist.
Sensing her gaze, he suddenly looked up and smiled lightly.
"Jiao Jiao, come here."
Xue Jiao walked over in confusion. Lin Zhihua ladled a bowl of soup from the pot beside him and handed it to her. "Drink it while it's hot."
She took it. The temperature was scalding, but holding it felt just right. The distinct taste of ginger was noticeable.
She took a sip, the warmth spreading through her body, even her heart seeming to grow a little warmer.
A sense of peace settled over her.
"Thank you." She had lost count of how many times she’d thanked Lin Zhihua today.
He resumed chopping vegetables while Xue Jiao sipped the ginger soup, watching the man in casual attire before her.
"Lin Zhihua, I should head back—"
Before she could finish, his hand paused, and he turned to look at her.
"I’m already cooking. Are you really going to leave me to eat alone?"
Xue Jiao: "..."
She let out a soft laugh. "Alright then, I’ll have the honor of tasting your cooking again."
Lin Zhihua looked at her faint smile and said, "You look better when you smile."
Xue Jiao: "..."
Leaning against the doorframe, she watched his busy figure, touched.
The pain in her heart, under his care, seemed to gradually ease.
Those sorrowful, distressing thoughts were slowly forgotten.
"Xue Jiao." Lin Zhihua suddenly turned, his tone serious as he called her name.
Xue Jiao instinctively stiffened. "Yes?"
"You didn’t dry your hair again." His voice was faintly accusing.
Xue Jiao: "..."
Her scalp tingled. She suddenly remembered how, even when she was at home, he seemed to know—even through a screen—when she hadn’t dried her hair.
Then he would sternly remind her not to sleep with wet hair.
"I-I-I’m not going to sleep!"
Lin Zhihua gave her a disapproving look, even stopping his chopping.
"You just got caught in the rain. You—"
"I’ll go, I’ll go!" Xue Jiao immediately raised her hands in surrender.
She stepped away from the kitchen doorway and headed toward the bathroom.
Meanwhile, inside the apartment elevator, a couple was on their way up.
"Changping, are we really going straight up?" Mother Lin asked worriedly.
Father Lin puffed himself up indignantly. "Kicking his own parents out and forbidding them from coming back—is that something a son should do?"
Mother Lin nodded emphatically in agreement. "Exactly! Zhihua has become more and more unreasonable these past few years!"
Lin Changping continued his criticism. "All we did was ask him to meet the neighbor’s child that the old man introduced. And he actually sent us away! The old man already said he was deceived back then during the car accident—he’s his own grandfather who raised him! How can he be so unforgiving?""Exactly," Mother Lin nodded in agreement. "And for over a year now, he's only allowed us to come back a few times, never letting us stay long."
Actually, Mother Lin was exaggerating—Lin Zhihua did permit them to return periodically.
But whenever they came back, they either got involved with the old master again or insisted on introducing potential partners to Lin Zhihua.
As a result, shortly after their return, Lin Zhihua would simply send them away again.
From their perspective, it seemed like Lin Zhihua only allowed them to stay in the country for a few days at a time, rather than acknowledging they were being sent away due to their own mistakes.
These two simply couldn’t grasp why they were being made to leave.
"This time, I’m not going anywhere. If he tries to send me away again, he’ll have to send my corpse!" Lin Changping declared fiercely.
He was determined to rein in Lin Zhihua’s temper.
"Ah, Changping, don’t say such things," Mother Lin quickly pulled at him.
"Hmph!" Lin Changping snorted coldly, putting on a bold front.
Suddenly remembering something, Mother Lin added, "The old master mentioned a few days ago that as long as Zhihua marries the granddaughter of that renowned psychologist from the Sun family, he’ll continue supporting him and hand over the remaining assets. Should we bring this up today?"
Lin Changping frowned but maintained his bluster. "Of course we should! We’re only doing what’s best for him. Why can’t he understand? What’s wrong with finding a girlfriend? Why is he so stubborn?"
Mother Lin nodded, and the two eagerly marched toward Lin Zhihua’s door.
Xue Jiao had just stepped into the bathroom when she heard noises from the living room.
Bang bang bang! Someone was knocking.
The loud, aggressive knocks sounded like trouble.
Xue Jiao paused, then stepped out and glanced toward the kitchen, where Lin Zhihua was cooking and hadn’t heard.
"Lin Zhihua, someone’s at the door," she called out.
Hearing her, he turned around, frowned slightly, and said, "Could you open it for me?"
"Oh, sure." Xue Jiao walked over.
With Lin Zhihua nearby, she wasn’t afraid of any potential danger.
She opened the door to find an angry middle-aged man with his hand still raised mid-knock, standing beside a refined, elegant middle-aged woman.
Both had been furious, but the moment they saw her, their expressions changed.
They froze, staring at her as if they’d seen a ghost.
"Who are you looking for?" Xue Jiao asked, bewildered.
The two stiffened before finally mumbling, "Sorry, wrong place."
Xue Jiao: "..."
Lin Zhihua leaned out and asked, "Who was it?"
"They left. Said they got the wrong door," Xue Jiao replied, even more confused.
Lin Zhihua frowned slightly.
Outside, the Lin couple—who had gone to great lengths and used all their connections to track down Lin Zhihua—stood dumbfounded.
"Old Lin, I’m sure this is the right place..."
"Did our son move?"
"We’ve been here before—it’s definitely this apartment."
"That can’t be. He’s so possessive—even if he moved, he wouldn’t let someone else live here."
"Then why was there a girl inside?"
They exchanged glances, and their eyes suddenly lit up.
Inside, Xue Jiao was about to dry her hair when the door sounded again.
This time, the knock was gentle, as if afraid of startling someone.
She opened it to find the same couple, now beaming at her.
Their gazes first landed on her damp hair, then shifted inside, spotting the figure cooking in the kitchen.Father Lin and Mother Lin beamed even brighter, their eyes narrowing into slits with a gleam of excitement, radiating joy.
Compared to their earlier expressions, they now looked as if they had just won fifty million in the lottery.
Xue Jiao was puzzled. "You are...?"
"Sweetie, I'm your mom."
"And I'm your dad."
Xue Jiao: "..."
Her face turned horrified, as if struck by lightning, then she muttered blankly, "You... me...?"
Are these two out of their minds?
At that moment, Lin Zhihua emerged from the kitchen with a plate of stir-fried vegetables.
Frowning, he asked Father Lin and Mother Lin, "You just got back and you're already causing trouble? Do you want to leave again?"
Lin Zhihua sometimes wondered if this pair had given him all their brains when they gave birth to him—otherwise, why did they always do such inexplicable things?
Mother Lin grinned broadly, her eyes never leaving Xue Jiao.
Xue Jiao felt a shiver down her spine under her gaze and shifted her feet awkwardly.
So these were Lin Zhihua's parents...
She was wearing Lin Zhihua's slippers, which Mother Lin noticed, revealing two rows of slightly uneven teeth in a grin that sent chills down Xue Jiao's spine.
"Please... come in," Xue Jiao said softly. Since they were Lin Zhihua's parents, she couldn't very well shut them out now.
Lin Zhihua watched them with little emotion.
Father Lin and Mother Lin exchanged a glance and smiled.
"No, no, we won't come in. You two carry on, have fun! Sweetie, Mom and Dad will head out now. You're too thin—come over in a few days, and I'll cook you some nourishing soup. Whatever kind you want, I'll make it! Super nourishing!"
With that, they happily walked out one after the other, even closing the door behind them.
Xue Jiao was dumbfounded, staring at Lin Zhihua in confusion.
Lin Zhihua sighed. "Just ignore them."
"Oh... okay..."
But... Lin Zhihua's parents seemed a bit... off?
Still bewildered, Xue Jiao went to blow-dry her hair. Halfway through, she froze.
Wait—did Lin's parents just mistake me for Lin Zhihua's girlfriend?
At that realization, all she felt was frustration.
They left too quickly—she didn’t even get a chance to explain!
Lost in her annoyance, Xue Jiao temporarily forgot the sadness and worries from earlier.
And she didn’t even realize it herself.
By the time she finished drying her hair, Lin Zhihua had already prepared dinner, with all the dishes laid out on the table, waiting for her.
Xue Jiao hurried over and looked at the spread. "You're getting better and better at this. Is there anything you can't do?"
She was genuinely starting to admire Lin Zhihua. This man was successful in his career, knew more than her academically, and was even more capable.
With high intelligence, keen insight, and even domestic skills—he was practically a perfect all-rounder.
Lin Zhihua chuckled, pulling out a chair for her. "I've already answered that question—no repeats. Hurry up and eat. Time was tight, so I just made a few simple dishes."
"Simple?!" Xue Jiao gasped.
There was shredded pork with garlic sauce, stir-fried greens, and egg drop soup.
Including the time she spent showering, it had taken less than an hour!
Lin Zhihua smiled without a word, just continuously serving her food.
"Try it."
Xue Jiao took a bite and gave a thumbs-up. "Amazing!"
She was indeed quite hungry. Earlier, she hadn’t been in the mood to eat, but now that her worries were set aside, her appetite returned.
Both ate earnestly. Finishing the meal Lin Zhihua had cooked for her was her way of showing respect.
He occasionally served her more food and exchanged a few words, making for a warm and pleasant atmosphere.Lin Zhihua noticed that she seemed to have already put the unpleasantness and that person behind her. He smiled, raised his water glass, and said, "I haven't congratulated you yet for setting a new record with your college entrance exam scores."
"New record..."
She looked at him somewhat helplessly. "Lin Zhihua, if you had written the Chinese composition during your college entrance exam, that record would have been yours. I couldn't have broken it—no one could have."
If he had written that composition, his score would have been truly godlike.
Thinking of the college entrance exam, her thoughts drifted back to this morning...
Lin Zhihua paused, clearly noticing her wandering thoughts, and said, "Do you know why I didn't write the composition?"
As soon as he spoke, Xue Jiao's attention snapped back. She looked at him curiously. "Why?"
"That year's Chinese exam was considered the easiest in history because the composition topic was simple: family love."
Xue Jiao froze. She suddenly remembered what Lin Zhihua had once told her—his parents had hurt him, and his grandfather and uncle had tried to murder him.
Lin Zhihua lowered his head with a self-deprecating smile. "At that time, my father was cutting ties with me, and my parents were unintentionally hurting me. Even though I appeared calm, I was young and hot-headed inside—angry and upset. So when I saw the topic about family love, I didn't write anything. I didn't know what to write."
Xue Jiao stared at him in shock. Cutting ties... murder... Lin Zhihua's family had treated him far worse than Li Sitong ever had.
Her heart ached for him. Her throat felt tight, but she didn't know what to say.
"Among all my relatives, only my grandmother was kind to me when I was little. But she passed away early. The rest... all claimed to love me while constantly hurting me." Lin Zhihua's voice was calm but slightly hoarse, as though the words were difficult to say.
A bitter feeling rose in Xue Jiao's chest. She understood this pain.
Once, she had faced similar circumstances. Fortunately, Cheng Shuo, her father, had gradually come to understand her. Even Li Sitong had begun to reflect and change.
Xue Jiao dragged her chair slightly closer to Lin Zhihua.
Then, hesitantly, she reached out and patted his back gently, her voice soft. "I'm not good at comforting people, but I remember what you once taught me—we've grown up. For relatives like these, we can't expect love anymore, but we also don't have to give them love. Only by not caring about them can we stop them from hurting us. We have the duty to repay their care, but we also have the right not to give them love."
Her eyes were earnest, filled with concern.
Unlike Lin Zhihua's dark, inscrutable gaze, hers were clear and transparent.
Lin Zhihua looked into her eyes, feeling the gentle comfort of her hand.
"Okay," he said with a smile.
Xue Jiao smiled back.
Lin Zhihua took a deep breath and stood up to clear the dishes.
Xue Jiao quickly stood as well, saying urgently, "You already cooked—let me wash the dishes!"
Her voice was insistent, her expression serious. Lin Zhihua looked at her and nodded with a smile. "Alright, then I'll leave it to you."
Xue Jiao grinned and began gathering the dishes. "You rest for a bit. Don't dwell on unhappy things. Let's talk about the books you sent me instead."
"Okay," Lin Zhihua said, standing by the kitchen doorway.
As she cleared the table, Xue Jiao continued, "Actually, I really liked Pride and Prejudice too. The part where..."Lin Zhihua leaned against the doorway, watching her chatter away with a faint smile on his lips.
He knew she was trying to comfort him.
Truthfully, he no longer needed comforting.
The pain and the fiery temper of his youth had long faded into indifference—time was a terrifying and merciless thing.
But if these past wounds could make her care for him, if they could make her forget her own unhappiness...
Lin Zhihua didn’t mind playing the victim.
After getting caught in the rain and having a hearty meal, washing the dishes seemed to wash away all those melancholy thoughts and worries—Xue Jiao felt as if she had truly left them behind.
She stepped out of the kitchen, drying her hands. "Well, Lin Zhihua, I should head back now."
"Mm, I'll take you," Lin Zhihua said, reaching for his keys.
"No need, I can—"
"I want to. I won't feel at ease otherwise," he insisted firmly.
Xue Jiao chuckled lightly and shook her head. "It's not like I'll get lost."
But his resolve was unyielding, so she relented.
They went downstairs together. Lin Zhihua drove while Xue Jiao sat beside him, her head resting against the window.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
She lifted her head and shook it slightly. "About this city."
Lin Zhihua raised an eyebrow. "Reluctant to leave?"
"A little," Xue Jiao admitted with a nod. She had arrived in this city, and now that she was leaving, she couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia.
Suddenly remembering something, she turned to him. "We're leaving tomorrow at 2 p.m."
"What a coincidence," Lin Zhihua remarked, his eyebrow quirking again.
Xue Jiao blinked. Coincidence? What did he mean?
"I'm also leaving at 2 p.m. tomorrow. Are you flying or driving?"
"Flying," she replied, still puzzled. "Dad said it's too far, so Uncle Xing and one of his friends will drive the car over."
Ah, right—Lin Zhihua's company was in the capital. He only came back here occasionally.
"We're leaving at the same time. My flight's at 2:15."
The corners of his lips curled up further. "What a fateful coincidence."
He lingered slightly on the word "fateful."
Then, with a light laugh, he asked, "Would you mind introducing me—as a friend—to your family?"
Xue Jiao quickly shook her head but hesitated before saying, "I don't mind, but my dad might be a little... startled."
Cheng Shuo had always admired Lin Zhihua, even idolized him. She wasn't sure how he'd react. But she had long wanted to properly introduce Lin Zhihua to her family—this mentor and friend who had helped her so much.
Lin Zhihua was in high spirits, the gloom from the morning completely dispelled.
Just then, the car pulled up outside Xue Jiao's home. Lin Zhihua stopped, opened the door, and said, "We're here. See you tomorrow at two."
Xue Jiao stepped out, sighing in resignation. "Alright, see you tomorrow at two."
Lin Zhihua watched her retreating figure. The girl seemed small, but her heart was strong. She was kind to everyone—if someone asked for her help, she rarely refused.
But...
It was as if she had never experienced much warmth growing up, keeping a certain distance from everything.
Lin Zhihua was certain that if he told Xue Jiao right now that he liked her, she would recoil as if from a snake.
He had always known this, which was why he hadn't made a move. But after witnessing what happened between Yi Tianyu and her that morning, he realized Xue Jiao's walls were even thicker than he'd thought. She was cautious, even fearful.
Breaking through would take more time.
Pulling out his phone, he made a call. "Secretary Chen, book me a flight for tomorrow at 2:15 p.m."
Fate could be orchestrated.
When Xue Jiao returned home, her family was still packing. She smiled. "Mom, Dad, I'm back."
"You're back! Have you eaten?"
"Yes, I have. I'll go upstairs to pack my things." With that, she headed to her room.
Cheng Shuo and Li Sitong exchanged glances.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She seems a little down..."
"Maybe she's reluctant to leave her friends and classmates?"
"Could be.""Let's not disturb her, let her be alone for a while."
"Alright."
Meanwhile, Lin Zhihua returned to his apartment to find a man and a woman standing at the door.
It was Father Lin and Mother Lin, who were supposed to have left.
Lin Zhihua wasn’t surprised at all and calmly opened the door himself.
He had known all along that this couple must have been keeping watch—they would never have truly left.
Mother Lin couldn’t wait to ask, "Zhihua, why did you send her away? Shouldn’t she stay longer? Is the company too busy?"
Lin Changping quickly interjected, "If the company is too busy—if you need help, I can step in for a while. Romance is more important."
Lin Zhihua: "..."
He was truly at a loss for words.
"My affairs are my own. Don’t worry about them. Enjoy your travels, or pursue your interests—just don’t focus on me." Lin Zhihua’s voice was indifferent as he poured himself a glass of water.
Mother Lin grew anxious. "How can it not matter? Your marriage is a major family concern!"
Lin Zhihua frowned. How had this turned into a discussion about marriage?
"That girl… is she a bit young?" Lin Changping suddenly hesitated.
Lin Zhihua set the glass down on the coffee table and spoke with rare severity. "Mom, Dad, in the past, I indulged you. Whatever you did, I didn’t bother correcting. But Jiao Jiao is my bottom line. I don’t want you interfering in my life, and I don’t want you contacting her. If you cause trouble for me… I’m sorry, but you’ll retire in the Maldives and never return."
His tone was icy and firm, startling Father and Mother Lin into silence.
"N-no, we won’t interfere…"
The next afternoon, Cheng Shuo, Li Sitong, and Xue Jiao, carrying two suitcases, were driven to the airport by Uncle Xing.
Xue Jiao turned back, gazing at the house fading into the distance.
That was the place she had first arrived in this world—the home of all her memories here.
Li Sitong gently patted her head. "We’ll come back when we have the chance."
Xue Jiao nodded and slowly turned away.
Goodbye, my high school years.
Goodbye, my youth.
Goodbye, my deskmate, Yi Tianyu.
All the unforgettable, cherished, and reluctant farewells would, with time, become memories of the past.
1:55 p.m.
"Let’s go, it’s time to board," Cheng Shuo said, pointing ahead.
Xue Jiao checked the time and hesitated. "Mom, Dad, I have a friend who’s also going to Beijing with us."
"A friend?" Cheng Shuo and Li Sitong were momentarily surprised.
But they didn’t dwell on it—after all, Xue Jiao had many classmates.
"Where is your friend?" Cheng Shuo looked around.
Xue Jiao scanned the area, her eyes searching until they suddenly fixed on a figure ahead. A smile touched her lips.
"He’s here."
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