Let go
After New Year's Day, final exams will be coming up again.
After intensive study, Song Huan's grades returned to where they belonged.
During this time, Teacher Chen approached Song Huan to apologize for what had happened before.
However, Song Huan no longer cared.
With Lin Xing's tutoring, Song Huan's math score improved by more than 20 points, and Lin Xing's Chinese score consistently exceeded 110.
This is the reward for their hard work.
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Finally, the final exams begin today.
The snow still blanketed the streets, but the sanitation workers had already swept it to the sides. Dappled sunlight cast long shadows, melting half of the snow.
The only sound in the examination room was the scribbling of the examinees' pens across the exam papers.
In this reshuffle, Lin Xing was moved to sit in front of Song Huan.
The refreshing scent of mint emanating from the boy filled the air between the two.
As Song Huan smelled the fragrance, she suddenly felt a sense of peace.
The given topic for the Chinese composition was "Fortunately, I Met You".
Was it fortunate that she met him? She met Lin Xing.
The boy she met whom she loved.
Song Huan picked up her pen and wrote a preface on the composition paper:
He is my lifelong pursuit, the light I have sought and touched with all my might.
After the exam, Teacher Chen talked about some things to note during the winter vacation and then hurriedly announced that the vacation was over.
After packing up, Song Huan went home with her bags.
See you after winter break, Ah Xing.
"See you after winter break, A-Qiu."
After returning home and putting her things down, Song Huan felt much more relaxed.
With only three weeks of winter break, she needs to plan her time carefully.
She glanced at the calendar on the wall; there was still more than a week until the Spring Festival.
"Ring ring ring~" The phone rang.
It was a call from Mom.
Song Huan answered, "Hey Qiuqiu, Mom and Dad have something to do tomorrow, so they won't be back tonight. You'll be going to your godmother's house tonight."
"By the way, your godmother's daughter is back. She's the same age as you. Remember to make friends with her."
"I'll be there in a bit. I've already spoken to your godmother."
Song Huan said "oh," put on her shoes, and went downstairs.
The crimson afterglow filled the sky, and the trees along the road were lush and green, with a few leaves occasionally falling.
Song Huan took a bus there and soon knocked on her godmother's door.
The door opened with a hiss, and Aunt Jiang greeted her with a smile.
Song Huan sweetly called out, "Aunt Jiang."
There was a girl standing inside, wearing a white trench coat, with her hair down, looking languid, and picking at her fingers with her head down.
"Ah-Guai, come over here and say hello to Song Huan."
The girl moved and walked closer to Song Huan.
"Hello," Shen Guai said calmly.
Song Huan responded with a smile.
"You all go to your rooms first, I'll go cook." Aunt Jiang said with a smile as she walked into the kitchen.
The two girls entered the room, and because they were not familiar with each other, they fell into an awkward silence.
Just as Song Huan was about to speak to ease the tension, Shen Guai spoke first: "Do you know Jiang Siye?"
Song Huan paused for two seconds, then said, "I know him."
Shen Guai pursed her lips slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Is he... alright?"
Song Huan didn't understand why he said that, but she still replied, "It's fine."
Shen Guai did not respond.
Suddenly, a song drifted from a corner outside the window.
"If all things in the world can transcend and love each other, then clouds and seas can also be fulfilled."
"I forgot how far and how dangerous it was from the shore, I couldn't see it anymore."
"If we are at opposite ends of the earth, we cannot bear to be apart."
Tears will eventually stay, but don't forget their unrequited love.
After a long silence, Shen Guai finally spoke, her voice hoarse and choked with tears: "Do you know what it means to love someone you can't have?"
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