In late September, the humidity at night is higher than during the day, making the sweltering weather much cooler.
The girl, wearing a vintage floral dress, held the boy's hand and talked animatedly, her expression radiant. The boy's face didn't show the typical doting affection a couple shows towards their girlfriends; in fact, it revealed a hint of impatience. Finally, after the girl finished speaking, he slightly moved his lips and said, "Let's go back, it's getting late."
Yao Ruxing was stunned for a moment. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she thought she saw a fleeting hint of displeasure and disdain in his eyes. Almost the instant Tang Yintian turned around, Yao Ruxing quickly pulled a mirror from her bag and stared at herself. His features remained the same; he hadn't become ugly or old.
It's still the same face, the same body.
Young, beautiful, and elegant.
Yao Ruxing took a deep breath, wanting to call out to her boyfriend, but Tang Yintian had already walked far away. The tungsten filament of the overhead streetlamp hissed, startling Yao Ruxing, who jerked and quickly moved to the side. The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms filled the Jinghua campus, refreshing and soothing. But this tranquility did little to calm Yao Ruxing's restless, wandering thoughts.
She opened WeChat, her finger hovering over "male god" for a moment until her hand trembled slightly before she gave up and stuffed her phone into her bag.
About seven minutes later, Yao Ruxing returned to the girls' dormitory building. Just as she was about to step onto the stairs, her body seemed to sink uncontrollably. With a thud, she suddenly knelt on the ground, her knees hitting the tiles hard.
"classmate……?"
Passersby stopped and kindly inquired.
"How are you?"
"Do you need to be taken to the infirmary?"
Yao Ruxing lowered her head, her hair obscuring her expression. Her face was filled with disbelief and terror.
She seemed oblivious to the pain, ignoring the helping hand offered by the kind stranger, and pushed herself up, her movements frantic. She rushed towards the dormitory, bright red blood seeping from the gash on her knee.
It was clearly a very beautiful face, but in this situation, it felt somewhat frightening.
Back in the dormitory, Yao Ruxing didn't even take off her shoes. She rushed into the lower bunk as if she were being reincarnated, and quickly zipped up the bed curtain, locking herself in the enclosed space.
"..."
Yao Ruxing took out a sachet from beside her pillow, held it tightly in her palm, and clasped her hands together, gripping it tighter and tighter.
"No, no, it's just an accident, an accident..." she murmured, burying her head in her bent knees, trying to convince herself: "An accident, just an accident... she can't come back."
In the dormitory, a dark head peeked out from the bed diagonally opposite. "Xing'er, the Ancient Style Society is holding a fashion show next week and has invited you to participate. Although I know you will definitely come, I still want to ask you."
Her roommate rested her chin on the edge of the bed, waiting for Yao Ruxing's reply. After a few seconds, seeing that she didn't react, she yelled again, "Xing'er? What are you doing? Are you coming?"
As she spoke, her lowered gaze suddenly caught sight of a barely noticeable bloodstain on the floor. She exclaimed, "Ah! Xing'er, are you on your period?"
"Um?"
After several unanswered questions, her roommate wondered if something had happened to Yao Ruxing. Even climbing down from the top bunk, her long legs made it difficult for her to reach the ground in just a couple of steps. As the clatter of her slippers faded, the curtain opposite her was lifted, revealing a weak face. "Ah, no, I have to go on a long trip in the next few days, so I probably won't be able to film."
My roommate breathed a sigh of relief, then looked puzzled: "Okay then. Did you ask your advisor for permission before you went out?"
Yao Ruxing waved her phone in her palm. "Just now." Behind her, several blood-stained wet wipes and a small mirror were half-tucked into the blanket.
"Okay." My roommate nodded, and was about to leave when she remembered the bloodstains on the floor: "Wait a minute, are you on your period? There's blood on the floor..."
"It's probably lipstick, no problem, I'll deal with it when I wash up later," Yao Ruxing replied.
My roommate hummed in agreement twice, then turned around to get his phone to reply to the WeChat message from the president of the Ancient Style Society.
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"Xiao Xi? Xiao Xi?" Song Zhibo suddenly felt guilty, unsure of Cheng Pingxi's thoughts: "Did you hear me? I booked a luxury seven-day National Day trip for you, Miss Wu Yue, and Mr. Yan. I'm giving you a vacation so you can have a good rest."
Cheng Pingxi snapped out of her daze and glanced at him: "Do you think I'm not bright enough?"
"And..." The boy pulled his hat brim down a little and lowered his voice, "Didn't I say I wouldn't see her?" Rather than saying he didn't want to see Wu Yue, it would be more accurate to say that he didn't dare.
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