Let go

The story begins that autumn.

Autumn light streamed into the campus, draping the earth in a golden veil, and a few maple leaves swayed gently and fell.

Song Huan was organizing materials in the teacher's office.

With eight months left until the college entrance examination, Song Huan was asked by her teacher to stay behind to organize study materials for each subject to facilitate the students' learning.

"Song Huan, a transfer student will be joining our class tomorrow. Could you show him around the school?" Teacher Chen said, typing on her computer while holding a document.

Song Huan picked up a stack of documents and walked towards the door: "Okay."

By the time she finished tidying up in the classroom, it was almost dark.

The setting sun cast its last rays into the campus, turning the sky as if it had been painted with red pigment.

Song Huan hurried home.

Her home wasn't far from the school, just a few blocks away, and she could faintly hear the school bell when she woke up in the morning.

Song Huan passed by a dessert shop.

After thinking it over for a while, she came back.

There's no way around it, she's a foodie, she'll stop and eat whenever she sees something delicious.

Song Huan stared at the newly launched blueberry cheesecake in the dessert shop, her eyes revealing excitement.

But it's a bit expensive, costing over 40.

She gritted her teeth and finally bought it.

The cake is covered with cheese and decorated with blueberries, making it look sweet and delicious.

Song Huan carried the bag and hummed a little tune as she went home.

Unfortunately, someone bumped into her head-on.

The action was somewhat unexpected. Before she could react, the cake she was carrying fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, splattering cream all over the floor. Song Huan also tripped and fell.

Cream got on my clothes, and dust from the ground stuck to my sleeves, seeping into my skin and causing a slight ache.

Song Huan stood up with some difficulty. Looking at the broken cake, her mood plummeted. She immediately wanted to find that person, grab them, and yell at them.

"I'm sorry." A gentle voice reached Song Huan's ears.

Song Huan saw a boy running back.

The boy looked to be about the same age as Song Huan, with skin as white as paper and a sharply defined profile. His dark eyes revealed an apology.

Song Huan stared blankly at it for a moment.

Song Huan didn't look away until the boy took a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to her.

The boy saw the cream all over the floor, wiped it up with a tissue, and then ran to the dessert shop to buy an identical blueberry cheesecake.

The boy handed the cake to Song Huan, then took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket: "Here's the cake and the ointment. You must be injured. Apply the ointment."

"I'm so sorry about what happened just now."

As Song Huan held the things and watched the boy running, she suddenly felt a little better.

As soon as I got home, I heard Song's mother nagging Song's father: "Song Chen, you're not putting the clothes in the washing machine, are you going to put them in the closet and make our whole family suffocate!"

Mr. Song put the clothes into the washing machine, feeling embarrassed: "My dear wife, I was wrong."

When Song's mother saw Song Huan, she quickly smiled and said, "Qiuqiu is back! Wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Qiuqiu is her nickname.

Song Huan put the cake away. When Song's mother saw it, she came over, tapped Song Huan's head, and said affectionately, "You bought another cake. You're almost turning into a little pig."

"But even if Qiuqiu is a little pig, I'll still like her."

Song Huan smiled and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Song Huan wet her hands with water and began to wash them carefully.

"Hiss!"

Song Huan covered her wound and cried out in pain.

"What's wrong, Qiuqiu?" Upon hearing this, Song's mother rushed into the bathroom and asked worriedly when she saw Song Huan clutching her arm.

Song Huan slowly turned her head and smiled, "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing."

Song's mother looked at Song Huan's hand and saw that the wound was already quite large, so she quickly took Song Huan out of the bathroom.

"Honey, bring the ointment over here," Song's mother called out to Song's father in the room, gesturing for Song Huan to sit on the sofa.

A dozen seconds later, Mr. Song, carrying a box of medicine, said anxiously, "What happened? What happened?"

Seeing that Song Huan was injured, Song's father asked with concern, "Qiuqiu, are you alright?"

I'm fine.

Song's father put the medicine aside and sat down next to Song Huan to keep her company.

Song's mother took out a box of ointment, unscrewed the cap, and gently applied it to the wound.

Song's mother moved very gently, and Song Huan felt as if a feather was tickling her arm.

It's cool and refreshing, which is quite comfortable.

"How did you fall?" Song's mother asked.

Song Huan recounted the entire incident.

"That person even gave me the ointment so I could apply it myself," Song Huan said, taking a brand-new box of ointment from her pocket.

"That boy is quite thoughtful." After finishing, Song's mother carried the medicine back to her room.

"Tch, she got my daughter hurt." Mr. Song muttered under his breath.

Seeing her father's expression, Song Huan covered her face and chuckled.

She put the ointment in the cabinet in the room.

A small creature walked into the empty cabinet.

Just like when he entered her world.