Let go

"There's still a week until the second mock exam, so don't let your guard down..." Teacher Chen continued to preach a bunch of important principles, just like always.

Before we knew it, it was already mid-April. The weather was slowly getting warmer, and the piercing chirping of cicadas could be heard from the haystacks.

On the night of Lin Xing's birthday, Song Huan returned home and felt a burning sensation on her forehead, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

She took out a thermometer and measured the temperature: 39.5 degrees Celsius.

Song Huan has a fever.

She took out her phone and called her parents first, then poured herself a glass of water and, still half asleep, made herself a cup of fever reducer.

After taking the medicine, Song Huan returned to her room.

The next morning, as soon as Song Huan opened her eyes, she saw her mother sitting by her bedside taking care of her.

Song's mother gently stroked Song Huan's head: "Are you feeling better?"

"I feel better." Song Huan nodded.

“You talked a lot in your sleep last night when you had a fever, I thought you were delirious,” Song’s mother said worriedly.

Song Huan was startled and asked, "What did you say?"

“You cried all night, and kept calling out ‘Ah Xing, Ah Xing,’ but I don’t know who you were calling for.”

Song Huan pursed her lips slightly and lowered her head.

"Okay, Mom has asked you for a few days off. Get some rest, and I'll make you some soup."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song's mother left the room.

Song Huan chuckled softly.

She's so silly, even at a time like this, she's still thinking about him.

Later, a group of classmates came to visit her. Song Huan glanced at them but didn't see Lin Xing.

Song Huan chatted with her classmates for a long time, and only after everyone had left did she take out her phone to ask Lin Xing.

When Song Huan typed "Why didn't you come?" into the typing box, she deleted the words.

Whether they come or not is their business, why do you care so much?

Song Huan felt a little sad, but she still controlled her emotions and closed her eyes to rest.

......

"Huanhuan, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and go to PE class!" Xu Han urged.

Song Huan snapped out of her daze, smiled apologetically, and went downstairs with Xu Han.

As I passed the office, Teacher Chen was talking to Lin Xing, and I vaguely heard things like "City A" and "household registration".

She shook her head, not thinking too much about it.

Under a clear blue sky, the blazing sun hung overhead, relentlessly scorching the earth. Several camphor trees stood tall and leafy, and some people were enjoying the shade beneath them.

Before class started, some boys were playing basketball on the playground, their panting breaths from running mingling with the sounds of shooting hoops.

Xu Han pulled Song Huan to rest under the tree. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow by, and a warm feeling would surround them, which was very comfortable.

Lin Xing, who had been called in for a talk, had already gone downstairs and was playing basketball with her teammates on the playground.

The boy's running figure weaved across the playground, the cicadas chirping urgently and endlessly on the grass, seemingly providing background music for him, the "protagonist." Sunlight shone on him, as if he were draped in a layer of golden gauze.

"Clang." The sound of a basketball being shot rang out.

"Wow, Xing-ge is amazing," Jiang Siye said, putting his arm around Lin Xing's shoulder.

Lin Xing waved his hand, went outside, picked up his bottled water, and took a big gulp.

He tilted his head back, his fair neck gleaming in the light. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his gently sculpted jawline exuded youthful energy.

Suddenly, a girl walked up to Lin Xing and asked shyly, "Senior, can I have your contact information?"

Behind the girl were her companions trying not to laugh, occasionally giving her a thumbs up as if to cheer her on.

Song Huan saw all of this.

Lin Xing smiled apologetically: "No."

The girl nodded and left, disappointed.

Song Huan chuckled softly.

Youth is so beautiful; you can be reckless when you meet someone you like. Even if they reject you, you can still have a happy ending.

Suddenly, Lin Xing walked up to her.

Song Huan looked up, somewhat puzzled.

Lin Xing took out a piece of candy and placed it in Song Huan's palm.

She glanced down.

It's her favorite strawberry flavor.