Xia Wan never imagined that the moment she got off the train, the gears of fate would turn so dramatically, drawing her into an unexpected encounter and causing her to bump into Li Chengjun.

On a sweltering afternoon, the sunlight poured down relentlessly on the earth, scorching every inch of the land.

The whole world seemed to have been put into a giant oven, every wisp of air was heated to a scorching temperature, as if it could ignite everything around it.

The train station was like a giant steamer, filled with suffocating heat and noise.

The crowds surged, countless travelers hurried along, each carrying their own destination and story.

Some people dragged heavy luggage, their steps faltering, their faces etched with weariness, their eyes filled with longing for home, their only thought being to quickly return to their warm homes and feel the embrace of their loved ones. Their shoulders slumped slightly under the weight of life's burdens, each step carrying an urgent yearning for home.

Others, with light steps and eyes sparkling with excitement, embarked on their unknown journeys, their youthful energy seemingly able to pierce through the sweltering air. Their faces radiated youthful vitality, filled with boundless imagination for the future.

The cacophony of voices rose and fell, a cacophony of sharp shouts, anxious inquiries, and children's cries intertwined, creating a deafening din that hurt one's eardrums.

The suitcase wheels screeched against the ground, making a sharp sound like a piercing whistle, cutting through the air and assaulting one's nerves with each whistle.

And then there was the distant sound of a train whistle, long and muffled, as if telling of the weariness and length of the journey, or perhaps keeping time for this noisy farce.

These sounds together weave a boisterous symphony of everyday life, echoing continuously in this open space and striking the hearts of everyone present.

Amidst the chaos, Xia Wan felt increasingly insignificant, swept along by the clamorous tide, lost and disoriented. She was jostled about by the crowd, her body swaying involuntarily with the flow of people, her heart filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Xia Wan, looking slightly tired, slowly walked out of the carriage with the bustling crowd.

Her hair was slightly damp with sweat, strands of it clinging to her cheeks, looking disheveled. A few stray hairs stuck to the corners of her mouth with sweat, trembling slightly with her breath, adding to her disheveled appearance.

Her eyes still held a hint of weariness from the journey; the continuous travel had made her eyes slightly red, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes. Her whole being exuded the exhaustion of a long trek.

Clutching the train ticket tightly in her hand, the ticket was slightly softened by her sweat, and the edges were curled up, as if telling the story of the long journey and witnessing the hardships she had endured.

With her other hand, she struggled to pull the suitcase, the wheels stumbling and creaking on the uneven ground. Each step forward was accompanied by a "groan," a sound that reflected her current mood, filled with hardship and helplessness.

Her arms ached from the exertion, and she had to use all her strength to take each step.

She struggled through the crowd, people constantly brushing past her. Her shoulder was bumped several times, but she could only helplessly sidestep to avoid them. Every step she took was filled with urgency and exhaustion, her only thought was to get out of this crowded station as soon as possible and find a moment of peace.

Her steps were unsteady, and her body swayed with the surge of the crowd, like a leaf adrift on the waves, unable to control its own destiny.

Along the way, she was pushed against the wall by the crowd and almost tripped over her suitcase. She barely managed to steady herself and continue moving forward.

Once, she was bumped by a hurried passenger and almost fell. Her ticket nearly fell from her hand. She frantically reached out to grab it, and at that moment, her grievances and exhaustion reached their peak.

Her heart raced, her eyes welled up with tears, and she struggled to hold them back.

Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through the surrounding noise, a deep, cello-like voice that went straight into her ears: "Wanwan!"

The sound was like a ray of light, instantly illuminating her confused consciousness and jolting her awake in the noisy environment.

That voice carried a familiar warmth; it was the call she longed to hear most when she was exhausted, a solace for her soul on countless lonely nights.

The voice was like a key, unlocking the door to her deepest longing.

Li Chengjun's smile instantly flashed into her mind, and the wonderful times they had spent together came flooding back like a tide.

Xia Wan subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw Li Chengjun standing not far away with a bright smile on his face. The smile was like the warm spring sun, which could dispel all the gloom in the world.

His eyes were full of surprise and anticipation, as if they held a sky full of stars, shining brightly. He wore a simple white shirt, the hem casually tucked into his black trousers, his posture upright, like a pine tree, making him particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

The surrounding noise seemed out of place for him; he stood there quietly, as if he were in his own world.

His shirt fluttered gently in the breeze, and his hair swayed slightly, exuding a unique charm. In this chaotic train station, he was the most eye-catching sight.

Xia Wan's gaze was drawn to him, and for a moment, the surrounding noise gradually faded away.

Her eyes were only on Li Chengjun, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.

Xia Wan was slightly stunned, her mind went blank for a few seconds, as if time had stopped at that moment.

Her heart suddenly raced, and an indescribable joy welled up inside her.

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